Now shall I walk
Or shall I ride?
"Ride", Pleasure said;
"Walk", Joy replied.
Now what shall I --
Stay home or roam?
"Roam", Pleasure said;
And Joy -- "stay home."
Now shall I dance,
Or sit for dreams?
"Sit," answers Joy;
"Dance," Pleasure screams.
Which of ye two
Will kindest be?
Pleasure laughed sweet,
But Joy kissed me.
The Best Friend
William Henry Davies
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Janet Buckingham-Hopkins: I first read this poem over 50 years ago and it has mainly stayed with me since. To rediscover it is Such a Blessing, it is one of my loved poems. Than you
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