Poem from Old Friend Bill V. ( Untitled)

Isn't it strange that princes and kings

And clowns that caper in sawdust rings

And ordinary folk like you and me

Are makers of eternity.

To each is given a bag of tools

An hourglass and a book of rules

And each will build ere his hour is flown

A stumbling block or a stepping stone.

One step and then another and the longest walk is ended

One brick upon another and the highest wall is made

One stitch and then another and the longest rent is mended

One flake upon another and the deepest snow is laid.

Now do not be discouraged by the work you have to do

And think that such a mighty task you never shall get through

But just endeavour day by day another point to gain

And soon the mountain that you feared will prove to be a plain.

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