Friday, 23 March 2012


Zo mooi en een waarheid als een koe:


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 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 long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox


klaproos said...

prachtig kati,
uitprinten en boven je bed hangen:-)

Daan (Dan) said...

beautiful indeed...
something to think about...
thnx, my dear!

Christiaan Hupkes said...


Kati said...

inderdaad een idee Klaproos! :)

Daan, kwam het tegen op Poemhunter en was meteen verkocht!

Chris, :)