Changed my poem ;.)

Laugh and the World laughs with you,

Weep and you weep alone,

But the sad old earth must borrow its mirth

But has trouble enough of its own.

Be glad and your friends are many

Be sad and you loose them all

But one by one we must all travel on

Through the narrow isles of pain.

I learned this in eight grade, there is more. I need to surf the net and find the rest of the poem.

;.)