The Way of The World


The Way of The World

The Way of The World : – Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poem – English Poems

Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth–
It has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh, and ’tis lost on the air;
The echoes rebound to a joyful sound
And 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 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;
Forget and forgive–it helps you to live,
But no man can help you die!
There is room in the limits of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But, one by one, we must all march on
Through the narrow aisle of pain.

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