They Come And Go
And when they’re not in my hand, pushing and pulling metal into different shapes, or playing hide and seek (especially the small sinewy ones), the little tools sit on my bench, wait patiently for their next moment, and watch my life go by.
And just like the people who make and sell, and even use these, they come and they go. They arrive with an edge, but eventually get old and become dull. It’s not much different for us. We want to stay sharp and useful, and not be replaced.
All This By Hand