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Stability



Patiently he waits
His body scared from
Decades of use.
Between rust-speckled nails he slumbers
Never begging
Never pleading

His reliability
As true as his steely core
The sent of a hard days work
Pours from the head
To the
End

With a click and a
Clack
He can perform any job
Flat or crossed
Solid design that
Can never fail

Like an elderly smith
He rises with each
Day
Friendly assistance can not
Penetrate his pride
He has proved his worth
And now, his time is his own
He passes the torch




In case you couldnt tell, I was looking at a screwdriver in my toolbox, and this kinda just came to me