Here you will find the Poem The Best Friend of poet William Henry Davies
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.