A Blacksmith’s Prayer

My fire is extinct
And my forge is decayed,
By the side of the bench
My old vise is laid.

My anvil and hammer
Lie gathering dust,
My powerful bellows
Have lost all their thrust.

My coal is now spent,
My iron’s all gone,
My last nail’s been driven,
And my day’s work is done.


- Unknown


Adapted © Ray Smith 1999

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