by Robert Browning Hamilton
Photo by Erik Ogan
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When sorrow walked with me.
2 comments:
So very true - my youngest son was killed nearly 7 years ago, and as he is , I also am so very changed. The price is huge, but the benefits have been many.
so touching.
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