Live

He who laughs shall cry
And he who lives shall die.
He who walks this life alone
Shall disappear when he is gone.
He who makes the earth his home
And he who makes his heart a poem -
The one that does what makes him he,
Is a man of life and shall be free.
Yet the man who trembles dark with fear
Shall never see, nor taste, nor hear
What it is that true life brings
With every note the songbird sings.
A man less known to all life’s kiss
Shall never live but only wish
To touch her tender heart of gold,
But to his dreams his soul was sold.
He who takes a thousand breaths
Shall live the life which he so sets.
And so he laughs and so he cries,
But he shall live until he dies.