carpenter | Musings of an Aging Nobody

The Carpenter

I am a carpenter, hear my hammer ring,

I am a man who can do almost anything.

I am a craftsman, I work with tools to refine,

And the pleasure and satisfaction derived, only I can define.

I built my family to last with the hope it would never end,

I built my home with the love and help of my family and friends.

Along the way with a hammer and a nail I did mend,

And those things that fell apart I tried to put back together again.

And though I am aging, I am still not afraid,

I can look back on what I crafted knowing they will stay.

I built my sons and my daughter with the love of my wife,

I helped build my children’s children with stories from my life.

And my life will go on every time you look at them,

Because when you see something of mine you will remember me when.

And still, I am aging but you can’t make me afraid,

I am proud of what I built and those I have made.

I am a carpenter, and someday they will say,

He was a carpenter, and we loved him that way.

Carl Edwin “Moe” Christiansen

April 11, 1929 – June 15, 2023