"FINAL CLIMB"

This building is so high,
That I must climb today.
As I lie here on my bed of white
No one to lead the way.
No rig to lift me up,
no beams beneath my feet.
My brothers reaching up,
As look down on the street.
The tears are in their eyes,
I wonder what is wrong.
Above me I hear music,
Pulling me along.
I seethe iron changing,
From gray to white.
I've never worked this high before
And yet I feel its right.
I see some brothers standing,
Next to an awesome light
I see their hard hats glittering.
What is this wondrous sight?
"Why we're topping off
your building."
I hear the pusher say,
You're booming up to paradise.
To collect your final pay
So I look over MI. Novi,
Wave good-bye to Local 25
Then walk across the highest beam,
And step off into Heaven's gate.

Author Unknown
The Trade That Builds America

JACK
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