Builders

Isn’t it strange that princes and kings,
And clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
And common folks, you and me,
Are buildings of eternity?

To 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.

                                    Author Unknown

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