The Grave-Digger
Once, as I was burying one of my dead selves, the grave-digger came by and said to me,
“Of all those who come here to bury, you alone I like.”
Said I, ” You please me exceedingly, but why do you like me?”
“Because, said he, “They come weeping and go weeping —
you only come laughing and go laughing.”
~ Kahlil Gibran