Ode to my crow's foot wrenches

You always sit there, shiny and like new, in the back of my wrench drawer of my toolbox. I see you everyday, but never really pay any attention to you. We can go years, even decades, without coming in contact with one another. Yet, there you remain steadfast. Ready and willing to serve at a moment's notice. You eagerly await any opportunity to go where others can not. Tight, damp, dirty crevasses, that haven't seen the light of day for ages, if ever, are your happy place. Freeing the oppressed and compressed from the hardened clutches of disrepair. Once your humble service is complete, you are highly praised and glorified. But those fleeting moments quickly vanish as you are cast back from that which you came from. Only to be forgotten again. Such is the life for a crow's foot wrench.

-A. Brucker 11/11/2020