Solitude - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Solitude 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.
 Be glad, and your friends are many;
     Be sad, and you lose them all,
 There are none to decline your nectared wine,
     But alone you must drink life's gall.
 
 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 large and lordly train,
 But one by one we must all file on
     Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast
 
Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


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