A Lament

O well for him who lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees. -
O well for him who ne'er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone. -
But well for him whose feet hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life
Builds ladders to be nearer God.

by Oscar Wilde

Comments (8)

A brilliant composition about the travails of life.
Wonderful piece of poetry. I first read it in my school. Thanks.
Wide domain! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Blessings come even from deprivation, sometimes.
with life's choices we hope for more.
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