We could all use a little Ralph Waldo Emerson sometimes. I tend to not be a huge fan of proper poetry as I have grown up writing free verse, but this little gem speaks to me.
Compensation
Why should I keep holiday,
When other men have none?
Why but because when these are gay,
I sit and mourn alone.
And why when mirth unseals all tongues
Should mine alone be dumb?
Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,
And now their hour is come.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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