Shall we speak of another poet of whom I know little or nothing about, only the words? R.L. Sharpe, c. 1809, and the poem, ” A Bag of Tools “, beginning with the line, ” Isn’t it strange that princes and kings and clowns that caper in sawdust rings and common folk like you and me are builders for eternity? ” Powerful thoughts and words, ” Each is a given bag of tools, a shapeless mass, a book of rules and each must make ere life is flown a stumbling block or a stepping stone”. Will you know which choice you have made when you approach your final destination? But of course by then, it is too late for correction, isn’t it? Life is about choices, ” The lady or the tiger “! However, another poet of small fame could be Adelaide Crapsey who observed ” On seeing weather beaten trees”, in eighteen simple words, an entire philosophy, ” Is it as plainly in our living shown, By slant and twist, which way the wind hath blown? ” Just the thought leaves me breathless, how about you?