A Bag Of Tools

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.


(©R. L. Sharp - circa 1809)




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