WHETHER you live by hut or throne <br />Whether your feet tread stone or grass <br />Comes the one lad you shall never own <br />Or the one lass; <br /> <br />Whether you've pence to spend or gold, <br />Whether you've toil or time to weep, <br />Comes the one pain that may never be told <br />And may never sleep; <br /> <br />Whether you weep or mock in pride, <br />Whether you tell or still deny, <br />Comes the one scar that your heart shall hide <br />Till the day you die!<br /><br />Margaret Widdemer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/certainties/
