Bag of Tools ~ R.L. Sharpe

Isn’t it strange that 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 bag of tools,
A shapeless mass, a book of rules;
And each must make, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.

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