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?