Life can be grim. And some times morose sow. I treasure my faculty of laughter when life is pre pared to teach me a grim lessen. At times, I re-collect a moment realizing that when others have lost their sense of humor, perhaps it is my role to gather up these “lost senses” and hold on to them until they are ready to be returned…
No Laughter Present
He loved
To laugh
A little drummer boy
On a different beat
As well
Travailed
From adore to adore
Often here
No son
There is no laughter present
Hear
Trying and trying
As it can be
That whole in his heart
Too fill
