Not my experience!

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

   Perhaps you wondered where that line "Laugh, and the world laughs with you;" came from. Give Ella Wheeler Wilcox credit. Certainly is a lot of truth in this poem. Reading it makes me grateful for all those who travelled with me when I entered the land of grief.  Further proof of how blessed I am. My experience of solitude is mostly positive. Of course I experience the presence of absence but I know I'm not alone nor fortotten. So, as always, I remain grateful!

Takk for alt,

Al