My fave poem is the Highwayman, its pretty lengthy to type so I picked another dear poem for you....
Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you
Weep and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer
Sigh it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you
Grieve, and they turn and go
They want full measure of all your pleasure
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many
Be sad and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast and your halls are crowded
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure,
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.