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

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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WOW! On the 29th of October submitted and on the 3rd of November chosen as Member Poem Of The Day, Hurray! CONGRATULATIONS being selected as Member Poem Of The Day, dear Tiku, loveliest worded and so perfectly said. Marvelous poem, I have enjoyed reading this time and again. Truly engaging. God´s Blessings.10
A wonderful poem, when peace flows into us it makes for a blissful life.
Very well crafted with beautiful words.....Really outstanding.........thanks for sharing......10+++++++++++
its beautiful poem and written beautifully
An elegant piece of work! Many congratulations for this beautiful poem being chosen as POD! (10)
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