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 steppingstone.
Or a steppingstone.
By: R. L. Sharpe
Photo by Alistair.
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