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Solitude

This poem was read out tonight on the telly (a trailer for up-coming BBC drama) and it made me feel very grateful for those of you who have chosen to stand by me through this terrible time in my (and my family's) life.

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.

My gang in real life has surely diminished, and I can fully understand why. I'd walk away from me if I could, but I'm stuck with me.

Thank you

xxx

12:47 a.m. - 11.11.15

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