Sewn to Reap

Of all the things that matter most,
I wonder which is certain.
Of all the tales you boldly boast
To every other person,
Which ones are you most proud of-
The ones of laughter, tears and love,
Or the one that's most admired?

Of all the smiles that settle so,
I wonder which is greatest.
Of all the laughs that gently grow,
I haven't got the faintest.
I'm not sure what I should laugh at-
For certain not the mingled chat
Of those left uninspired.

Of all the springs of gilded glass,
I wonder which is stronger,
Of all the falls that purely pass
To seek a summer longer.
I can't find a way to see it,
That part of life by itself is lit-
It's of that which I am tired.

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