Solitude

Solitude

Laugh and the world laughs with youWeep and you weep aloneFor the sad old earth must borrow its mirthBut has trouble enough of its own
Sing the hills will answerSigh it is lost on the airThe echoes bound to a joyful soundBut shrink form voicing care
Rejoice and men will seek youGrieve and they turn and goThey want full measure of all your pleasureBut the do not need your woe
Be glad and your friends are manyBe sad and you lose them allThere are none to decline your nectared wineBut alone you must drink life’s gall
Feast and your halls are crowdedFast and the world goes bySucceed and give ,and it helps you liveBut no man can help you die
For there is room in the halls of pleasureFor a large and lordlu trainBut one by one we must all file onThrough the narrow aisles of pain