The building was sound.
Things were done right.
It did not leak.
Sun provided light.
During a renovation; however, I saw things …
… that were slightly off …
Nails were missing or had missed their mark,
but no matter, pound another one in.
That’s it! Good as it gets.
Who will know of this oops here,
that was left to be.
Someone with a hacksaw trying to disassemble it perhaps.
And then I realized-
An epiphany of sorts … so obvious really.
While it was soundly constructed
with mind and heart,
tools and skill, lumber and nails,
there was the beer.