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,
And a book of rules'
And each must make,
Ere life is flown,
A stumbling-block
Or a stepping-stone.
R.E. Sharpe
