when you place a mallet <br />in my right hand, <br />and a chisel in my left, <br />all I need is a block of wood <br />to show you <br />what is your face value – <br />even if you turn sideways. <br /> <br /> <br />and as life goes on <br />I continue to chip away <br />at this block of wood; <br />layer by layer <br />the contour in my mind <br />goes with the grains, <br />or sometimes runs cross-ways; <br />knots are more difficult to chip. <br /> <br />and as life goes on <br />I know it will be a matter of time, <br />when the virtual becomes real. <br />I will be somewhere <br />either inside or outside, <br />to show you <br />what is your face value - <br />and you will no longer <br />be able to turn sideways.<br /><br />Leonard Dabydeen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-face-value/
