A carpenter and his son share a meal. The man says “boy, what has your eyes so teal?”. He wipes a tear and talks with haste. “A life with wood is not my place.
I see your art, can’t you see mine? Through words is where i really shine”. His father laughs and then exclaims, “no son of mine would bring this shame”.
For to him, value is a man of steel, the written word holds no appeal. He hands the boy a hammer, “son, get real, you’ll never reinvent the wheel”.