There are two kinds of people on earth to-day; <br />Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. <br /> <br />Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood, <br />The good are half bad, and the bad are half good. <br /> <br />Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man's wealth, <br />You must first know the state of his conscience and health. <br /> <br />Not the humble and proud, for in life's little span, <br />Who puts on vain airs, is not counted a man. <br /> <br />Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years <br />Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears. <br /> <br />No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean, <br />Are the people who lift, and the people who lean. <br /> <br />Wherever you go, you will find the earth's masses, <br />Are always divided in just these two classes. <br /> <br />And oddly enough, you will find too, I ween, <br />There's only one lifter to twenty who lean. <br /> <br />In which class are you? Are you easing the load, <br />Of overtaxed lifters, who toil down the road? <br /> <br />Or are you a leaner, who lets others share <br />Your portion of labor, and worry and care?<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/which-are-you/
