||[Jan. 24th, 2005|10:26 pm]
When you were born you cried and the world rejoiced.
When you died, the world cried and you rejoiced.
Or something like that.
2005-01-24 10:16 pm (UTC)
me like poem... hope you enjoy too =P
A Happy Man
When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.
Children that I leave behind,
And their children, all were kind;
Near to them and to my wife,
I was happy all my life.
My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked at night;
Death nor sorrow never brought
Cause for one unhappy thought.
Now, and with no need of tears,
Here they leave me, full of years,--
Leave me to my quiet rest
In the region of the blest.
Edwin Arlington Robinson
2005-01-25 08:21 pm (UTC)
Re: me like poem... hope you enjoy too =P
That's sweet, I love the last couple of lines.