In his youth he had found a hammer

Which he believed to be perfect at first

But as years went by, he discovered its flaws.

Later in life he found another hammer

He claimed it made him happier.

Even though it sometimes gave him pain

It brought him much joy and fit him perfectly

It was what he had been searching for!

The old hammer had hurt him more times than not 

It had pounded his fingers more than once

But He had built his toolbox around it

The old hammer had him in its grip.

He didn’t love it as much as the new one

But it was familiar and didn’t complicate

For why would he choose the new and unknown

No matter how wonderful it may appear.

He was forced to make a decision,

He knew he had to take action

The new hammer he would discard.

His choice is difficult to understand,

But who knows what’s inside a man’s heart.