The days of the craftsman
Are numbered and gone
Quantity not quality
Rises up with the Dawn
Time is money
And money talks....tis true
By a craftsman I learned
Now those ways are through.
Mass production
Mass production
Leaves no room to grow
Either...Adaption or separation
from all that I know.
So, strap on your IPad
Put the blueprints away
The nature of the industry
Demands technology today
Gone are the old ways
Taught with pride and care
Farewell ye craftsmen
And the quality you shared.
YOU ARE READING
Craftsman
PoetryFast pace construction, does not leave room for quality. It takes away from the quality of life, by the tradesmen hired to complete projects. Long hours.... less family.
