PoEm: Along The Road

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way,
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me.

*Robert Browning Hamilton*

This poem speaks for itself. Thats all i really can say about it....