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. Sharpe
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