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!

 

         

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