Laugh and this world laughs with you,
Weep and you weep alone;
For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth
It has sorrow enough of its own.
Sing and the hills will answer,
Sigh! It is lost in the air.
The echoes do bound a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice and men will seek you.
Grieve and they turn and go.
They want full measures 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 is none to decline your nectar wine.
But alone you must drink your life’s gall.
Feast and your halls are crowded,
Fast and world goes by.
But no one can help you die
There is room in the halls of pleasure.
For a long and lonely train
But one by one w must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Author – Unknown
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