I am a carpenter (modern poetry)

I am a carpenter

Took over dad’s plane

I became a carpenter

The good things are just legends

Everything seems to be going according to plan

Meeting the shy wood

Erecting the house

Covering the ideal that is slowly disappearing

The carpenter's skills are ordinary

The house is neither big nor small

The farmer lives in it

Neither happy nor sad

I just think about it sometimes The mother-in-law who left early

The moon left behind

In the dream

The carpenter will meet a girl who is slightly shorter than the dream

I thought she was my beam

And I was her impoverished hometown

Later she gave up on me

Just like I put down the saw and picked up the axe

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Maybe she has not started to feel sad

Maybe she has married away from home

I wonder if her current house is warm in winter and cool in summer

At dusk

I became a happy carpenter

Carrying a plane and going to distant places

Looking for girls without houses

From the beginning I Know

I am not a very good carpenter

But they forgive me gently

I would sleep on the beam if I could

Took over dad’s plane

He became a carpenter

Everything seemed to fall into place