Author G. K. Chesterton An endless line of tubs, all in an endless row And a little child at play who rolls them to and fro. But each contains a man ā rattled about like a stone A man of a Philosophic Age, when each man lives alone. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments