The
stories I can tell
You
could not believe
Or
would choose not to
Smooth
in my skin
Of
silver-gray,
I
cast shadows
In
both darkness and in light
I’m
multifunctional,
Or
so they continue to prove,
Smooth
in coat
Yet
sharp of tongue
I
can create
Or
destroy
If
I grow dull
Out
of hiding
The
whetstone comes
