“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 pleasureFor a long and lordly train,But one by one we must all file onThrough the narrow aisles of pain."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (5 November 1850 – 30 October 1919)
Dirty Dragon over 5 years ago
Places to go, people to see…
“A little help here? Please??”
David Huie Green AmericaIsGreatItHasUs over 5 years ago
Even sadder than for the many who die quick deaths here.
oldpine52 over 5 years ago
…I ain’t got no body…
Say What Now‽ Premium Member over 5 years ago
Cruel Gary.
Troglodyte over 5 years ago
Not kind reducing Travis to a travesty, Gary!
Huckleberry Hiroshima over 5 years ago
So, this Travis, this head in a jar, still has hopes and dreams. A lesson for everyone: Don’t tell anybody about your hopes and dreams.
wildman-al over 5 years ago
Poor Travis !
Rev Phnk Ey over 5 years ago
Don’t cry too much or you’ll fill up your jar and drown.
willie_mctell over 5 years ago
I thought Gary was better than that.
posstockhoarder over 5 years ago
Maybe Travis can do some stand up comedy….oh, never mind.
Jim G Premium Member over 5 years ago
Ignore him, Travis. Don’t let him get in your head.
Obi-Haiv over 5 years ago
Travis just came to a jarring realization.
6turtle9 over 5 years ago
Tears of a clown. Or is that, clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right….
Yakety Sax over 5 years ago
“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 pleasureFor a long and lordly train,But one by one we must all file onThrough the narrow aisles of pain."
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (5 November 1850 – 30 October 1919)
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 5 years ago
The longer he lives the better chance he has of escaping.
Sisyphos over 5 years ago
Yeah, right. Happy New Year, Travis.
Yuk yuk!
the humorist formerly known as Hotshot1984 Premium Member over 5 years ago
Wow, something I expect from Leonard not Gary.