SOLITUDE poem 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 drinks 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.

[@christiananugrah3036]

Beautiful lines.
Beautifully spoken.
❤️🌼🌼

[@noahchristian1408]

This poem is so true to life and touches my heart. Hatts off to the poet to justify her honest point of view and thus influence the new poets to get inspired... Greatly spoken poach!!!❣️ Very good keep sharing more!