I came across a poem the other day that said there are two kinds of people. I half expected that it would say the two kinds of people are — the givers and the takers. But this poem had a different twist. It made me think about friendships and relationships in general. Do you have any friends who always cry on your shoulder, who come to you for emotional support, yet when you need support they’ve got nothing? Then you may be one of the rare kinds of people mentioned in the poem. I don’t want to give anything away here by saying too much. Just thought the poem was worth sharing with you.
Two Kinds of People
There are two kinds of people on earth today,
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say,
Not the good and the bad, for ’tis well understood
The good are half bad and the bad are half good.
Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years
Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.
Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man’s wealth
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.
Not the humble and proud, for in life’s busy span
Who puts on vain airs is not counted a man.
No! The two kinds of people on earth I mean
Are the people who lift, and the people who lean.
Wherever you go you will find the world’s masses
Are ever divided in just these two classes.
And, strangely enough, you will find, too, I wean,
There is only one lifter for twenty who lean.
This one question I ask. Are you easing the load
Of overtaxed lifters who toil down the road?
Or are you a leaner who lets others bear
Your portion of worry and labor and care?
–Ella Wheeler Wilcox