What a man is.

Plumb

My grandfather died away from his family,

suffering for sins of the past.

He was found, alone in his room,

by another.

And when his body was interred

and the dirt burned, and his papers sorted,

we searched for objects of value.

All we really found were a plumb line,

and a trowel.  Tools of his trade.

.

Copyright D. Clancy (1988)

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