Laugh, and the world laughs with you

[gulliver]

Here's a good "political" poem on being on the side that laughs. We need to remember to laugh (at Trump, etc.).

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.

[defacto7]

1. I've always had a special place for Ella Wilcox poetry.

It speaks like music with a vein of sorrow and long awaited victory.

I will not doubt though all my ships a sea come drifting home with broken masts and sails:
...
And though I weep because those sails are battered, still will I cry when my best hopes lie shattered, I trust in thee.

A memory from my childhood.