MayMetMo 2020 #27: Hammer for Friend

It’s been spoken, and I’ve often said, I’d know my kin where they made of lead.   In truth like a puzzle, these pieces fit, and if I had a hammer, I’d certainly prove it. A nail jammed through a hardened place, recursed to show a little faith.  Built-in branches like a tree fort, craftsmanship, quality with no regrets.  We use whatever tools are at our disposal, From the common hammer, screwdriver or chisel.  To build the best friends we can, I wonder if there was ever a plan.  Bang it out, one truth at a time, If I’ll be your friend if you’ll be mine.   Gripped not softly by the handle, pounded down on the anvil, every stroke steel recoiled, weathered against the mightest blow.  Come again from far and wide, into my forge they all confide, secrets spilled like steam in the air, my forge my kiln, their hearts beware.   For all is fire, flattened made to break, the way of things with much at stake.  Pointed, used, bashed in one by one, None can see the big picture as they take their place.  But at last, projects finished, everything complete, I’m so proud but my friends don’t think it’s neat.  I guess its an issue of solving problems, one way that never fails. When all you have is a hammer, all your problems look like nails.