Sunday, June 16, 2013

Sorrow


I walked a mile with pleasure
She chattered all the way
But left me none the wiser 
for all she had to say.
I walked with sorrow and never
a word said she
But oh! The thing I learned from her
when sorrow walked with me. 
A poem by Hamilton 

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