Things of Clay
Sing a little, play a little,
Laugh a little; for
Life is so extremely brittle,
Who would think of more?
Every long-laid project shatters,
Framed by things of clay:
He who knows that nothing matters
Smiles and slips away.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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