STRAIGHT OUT OF HER FAVORITE BOOK



Solitude

LAUGH, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of it's 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 long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.



A POEM BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
THATS SOME DEEP SH*T PEOPLE...THATS RAE..I LOVE IT

yeah that's pretty cool. :cool:

cool

thank you Toya!

no prob i dont just like to talk about her body and stuff, although i loveeee that body...i like her for other stuff too you feel me...and i wanna share that

go ahead then, Toya!:lol:

Wow I swear I was about to cry!:( Sorry guys! Toya ur right that deep! Where do you get all of these poems?!

Sorry guys! I'm always eating letters cuz I write in a hurry and never read what I write.:lol:

:) very nice poem.

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thanks again

:) :wave: