Sunday, April 5, 2015

The Sharp Edge
         By Stick

I got a knife
When I was just a lad
It had three blades
Just like the one dad had
I've kept it in my pocket
For nigh on fifty years
And tho' it's drawn some blood
It's never caused shed tears.
My grandpa always taught me
To keep it sharp and clean
For a dull knife cuts no wood,
So the blades should all be keen.

I learned truth and honor
When I was just a lad
I was taught to always keep them,
Just like my father had.
I've kept them in my heart
For nigh on fifty years
And though it's caused no harm
It has caused a few shed tears.
My grandpa always taught me
Not to cheat and not to lie
For a liar has no honor,
So stay true until you die


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