A Bag of Tools
Isn't it strange how princes and kings
And clowns that caper in sawdust rings
And common people, like you and me
Are builders for eternity?
Each is given a list of rules
A shapeless mass; a bag of tools
And each must fashion, ere life has flown
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.
by R. Lee Sharpe
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