Friday, January 21, 2005

Laugh, and the world laughs with you ;
Weep, and you weep alone,
For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth,
It 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 do not want 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 to die.

There’s 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.

ghimz posted at 1:28 PM
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