This is a poem by R.L. Sharp.
Isn’t it strange how 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 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.
What are the things you’d like to change in your life? How can you change these ‘stumbling blocks’ into ‘stepping stones’ by cultivating new habits?