Solitude - Poetry

Yesterday I was filling emotionally low and as I was researching and reading my mails, a mail came in as if it knew what my heart and soul needed. I hope that it helps you turn around your solitude to happiness and remember, I told you, Don't chase happiness.

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.

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