Bye, Baby. I'm going to miss you so much

The Summer of Not Much Fun


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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.

Comments

Big Alice

I'm sorry you've had a crappy summer. I've been terrible about keeping in touch. I hope your Fall prospects are looking better. Maybe we can meetup sometime?

Melanie

sorry to hear about your summer, Carrie. I don't actually know anyone who had a good one... hoping for better times - m

Lorraine

Carrie- Summer kind of was a downer this year- but things will get better, you'll see.

Cheryl S.

I'm sorry it was such a bad year. xoxoxo

Stefanie

So sorry things haven't gone well. I hope it is getting better.

Chris

:( Here's hoping things improve for you. :(

marylou

Warm wishes for a better Autumn. I have never read the rest of that poem. My mother used to recite the first part to me.

Angie

Such a sad poem but (often) so true. Hugs.

Twinkle62

OK you made me cry :(
But I do love that poem and you!

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