Diary Of A Hollywood Refugee

Sunday, May 21, 2006

A Bag of Tools

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 steppingstone.

by R.L. Sharpe