Monday, March 30, 2015

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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