Laugh and the world laughs with you
Weep and it does not weep with you
Misery there is plenty in the world
No help comes , worry is far from whom
Some buy coat, some gold
Wares many here are sold
What matters one buys not
Free it is given, yet is unsold
One brings nothing here with him
nor shall a thing go with him
What remains is memory only
that lingers not much after him
Nothing is yours in this world you inhabit
Yet people hold things as a matter of habit
Catch something that is not of this world
And with you it goes into many other worlds
Animals and birds unite and cry
Being in trouble or when one of them dies
Man is not moved at his brother's plight
Shedding crocodile tears with heart contrite!
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