Yes this is a poem, it doesn't need to rhyme.
An old man's tool bench
Silent for the last time
The earthy quiet
No more banging or shaking
No more hearing the house rattle, from miles away
Since that old man has gone from his tools
Maybe his partner made him leave
A story to never unfold
But the things he made were the only thing that matters anymore
He could've made skyscrapers
Reaching for the unknown heavens
Far above us all
He could have made gates to the biggest house the world believes
Iron hammer
Sharper steel
He could have made the earth itself
Everything in it hand crafted
So very real
That old man's tool bench
Silent once and for all
Quiet among the world
YOU ARE READING
A Dash of Poetry
PoetryA mixed-up mash of random poetry I've made. You may like it, may connect with it, or may just think it's cringey, but thanks fo r licking on it anyway haha.
