When you laugh, I hear others laughter
And when you cry, there are others tears;
Though you are your own calm symphony, that's breaking
Close to the strange, sweet shore of ravaged years
And when you die, there's others will be leaving,
And holding your hand, I shall be holding theirs.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-laugh/
