as you have peace, everywhere is good

it is easy enough to be pleasant
when life flows along like a song
but the man worthwhile
is the man who can smile
when life goes dead wrong...

we live and work and dream
each has his little scheme
sometimes we laugh
sometimes we cry
and thus, the days go by...

silence

there is a silence where has been no sound

there is a silence where no sound may be

in the cold grave - under the deep, deep sea

or in the wide desert where no life is found...

which has been mute and still must sleep profound

no voice is hushed - no life treads silently

but clouds and cloudy shadows wander free

that never spoke, over the idle ground...

but in green ruins, in the desolated walls

of antique palaces where man has been

though the dun fox or wild hyena calls

and owls, that flid continually between

shriek to the echo and the cow winds moan -

there the true silence is,

self-consciousness and alone...

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