WHETHER you live by hut or throne
Whether your feet tread stone or grass
Comes the one lad you shall never own
Or the one lass;
Whether you’ve pence to spend or gold,
Whether you’ve toil or time to weep,
Comes the one pain that may never be told
And may never sleep;
Whether you weep or mock in pride,
Whether you tell or still deny,
Comes the one scar that your heart shall hide
Till the day you die!
(Margaret Widdemer)
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