Things Of Clay Poem by Gamaliel Bradford

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.

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Gamaliel Bradford

Gamaliel Bradford

Boston, Massachusetts
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