We're born alone, and so we die, <br />Alone, no use to fuss or moan- <br />Each living thing must face the truth: <br />We drink our cup of grief, alone. <br /> <br />The smallest mite will feel the pangs <br />Of discipline, and hearts of stone, <br />Revenge exacted, full, complete: <br />He drinks his cup of grief, alone. <br /> <br />The older ones learn all too soon <br />There is not long one can postpone <br />The common lot of man and beast: <br />They drink their cup of grief, alone. <br /> <br />All creatures born, at last confront <br />There be no pardon or atone <br />For random guilt that living brings: <br />They drink then that last cup, alone. <br /> <br />by, Evan Williams<br /><br />shirts williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cup-of-grief/
