The Woodworker's Friend

It comes to me on Paper
From Course to Ultra Fine.
I see in it a Tool
With which I can Refine
The texture of a Product,
A Creation Oak or Pine.

I see in it a Friend
With which I cannot part.
Without its Smoothing Hand
I can't complete my Art.
This is the sob'ring fact
Which I knew from the start.

As they Abrade my Work with care
From bench to floor Grains fall
Each giving to the last
The Work to which I Call
Now this is almost ready
To Grace another's Wall.