Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Yet another.

I'm sure you've all heard of this one before- at least the first line or two

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

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