I watched them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town.
With a ho, heave, ho and a lusty yell
They swung a beam and a wall feel.
I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled?
Like the men you'd hire if you had to build?"
He laughed as a replied, "No, indeed
Just common labor is all I need.
I can easily wreck in a day or two
What builders have taken years to do."
I asked myself as I went away
Which of these roles have I tried to play?
Am I a builder who works with care,
Measuring life by rule and square?
Or am I a wrecker who walks the town
Content with the labor of tearing down?
(Which are you? A Builder or a Wrecker? This poem is great for discussion
with players on team cohesiveness, griping, and maintaining the proper
team attitude. Also very appropriate for all coaches. Do you, as a head
coach, "tear down" your athletic director or principal? Do you,
as an assistant coach, "tear down" your head coach?