A leather and denim strop used to sharpen straighten razors
Grandad hung on a wall behind the potbelly to straighten behaviors
We thought it was hanging for the show
It was there so we would know
The strop on the walls real affect
Spoke loud and clear about what he would and wouldn’t accept
A Daily reminder of lessons to be taught
When we had trouble remembering, he would point to its spot
Many years passed and the strop came down
A smoky strap impression still could be found
Grandad rarely had to use that strap on the wall
Except to sharpen his straight Razor I recall