<h2><SPAN name="poem58"></SPAN>WHICH ARE YOU?</h2>
<p class="poetry">There are two kinds of people on earth
to-day;<br/>
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.</p>
<p class="poetry">Not the sinner and saint, for it’s well
understood<br/>
The good are half bad, and the bad are half good.</p>
<p class="poetry">Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a
man’s wealth<br/>
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.</p>
<p class="poetry">Not the humble and proud, for, in life’s
little span,<br/>
Who puts on vain airs is not counted a man.</p>
<p class="poetry">Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying
years<br/>
Bring each man his laughter, and each man his tears.</p>
<p class="poetry">No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean<br/>
Are the people who lift, and the people who lean.</p>
<p class="poetry">Wherever you go, you will find the
earth’s masses<br/>
Are always divided in just these two classes.</p>
<p class="poetry">And, oddly enough, you will find too, I
ween,<br/>
There’s only one lifter to twenty who lean.</p>
<p class="poetry">In which class are you? Are you easing
the load<br/>
Of overtaxed lifters, who toil down the road?</p>
<p class="poetry">Or are you a leaner, who lets others share<br/>
Your portion of labour and worry and care?</p>
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