A BAG OF TOOLS




Isn't it strange that princes and kings,
And clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
And common folks like you and me
Are builders of Eternity.

To each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass and a book of rules,
And each must make, e'er life is flown,
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.

By: Author Unknown

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