No Man Can Help You Die...

To me, this is poem by Wilcox is the greatest reality ever...

Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep, and you weep alone
For sad old earth must borrow its mirth
But has trouble enough of it's own
Sing, and the hills will answer
Sigh, and it is lost in 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 measures of all you pleasures
But they do not need your woes
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 file on through the narrow aisles of pain

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
(185-1919)