A Bag Of Tools
By: R. L. Sharpe
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.
A special "Thanks" to Brother Richard L. Kurtz, a Past Master of Hamilton Lodge No. 664 in Bettendorf, Iowa for submitting this poem to our Library. Thanks Richard!
