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 a steppingstone.
Of course, I often put the "e" before the "o" when spelling the word "poem". Sigh. Well, there goes my "cultured" status.
Here is a link to a video of Maggie Smith reciting the poem.