Your Piece of Steel

The steel on your hand screams of mediocrity
And your intent to dispose has alacrity
But to your dismay, steel is steel
No matter how sad and without appeal

Fill the hearth with coal and bellow
The heat must rise before it could mellow
For the heat will reform the steel
So your thoughts on form become real

Remember that heat will cool
Without the push, without the fuel
And with cool heat you can’t melt the steel
And again suffer the same ordeal

Ready the mold that you wish
A blade, a spoon, an iron pole with loops as finish
Slowly and surely pour the melted steel
Else you will have more to anneal

When your piece has taken its form
Have it ready on anvil for your storm
Let your heavy mallet clash on steel
Let every hammer fall end with zeal

When the time your blows seem weaker
Raise your hammer higher and make the clang louder
Remove all dents and misshapes from your steel
Let it make you believe, think and feel

Once you’re proud of your endeavor
Hold it high and gaze at its splendor
For when you only had steel
This is what you wanted to reveal

The piece of steel is lost then
And you are never to forge again