and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,
and common people, like you and me,
are builders for eternity?
Each is given a list of rules;
a shapeless mass; a bag of tools.
And each must fashion, ere life is flown,
A stumbling block, or a Stepping-Stone.
I love this poem because it's completely true. It's our choice and no one elses of how we take life. We either can make something of it, or we can whine and complain that everything is so hard. We are all given the same tools as everyone around us. It doesn't matter our station in life. We all have difficulties whether we be rich and famous or plain and simple.
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