Lone Ranger This poem was given to me by ms sam..rather she directed it to me...nt sure who the author was. At that point, it was a particularly low point in my life...i was away from home...without family...i lived in a small area with 500 others but neither of whom i could call brother or sister. It felt quite fake..that all our laughters were shared..but our sorrows were kept to ourselves...

anyway..here it is....enjoy
i'll provide a commentary of my opinions after the poem

Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep, and you weep alone
For 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
Grive, and they turn and go
They want full measure of all your plreasure,
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

in a way, many of the things mentioned above are true....that more often than not, ppl would want to share in our prosperity...but not our pain..it just goes to show the selfish nature of ppl...
however, we need to be reminded that
we come into the world empty handed...and we shall leave empty handed...nobody owes us anything in the world...and therefore, we shall not expect of anything from others.
however, in whatever capacity we can.....let us not be generalised together with our fellow mankind. give when we can....lend a shoulder or an ear....to listen to other's pain and suffering...and let us try to alleviate them....or simply to jst be a pillar of support for them...so that we can make this world a better place  ¶ 1:51 AM