Laughter

The kind that makes one shake

convulsing, in kind of a fit. The

way we did when we were kids,

that is a place of true content.

Making life's puzzles pale, in

the sound of today. Laughter,

plainly spoken word. No other

is quite so pure as that true

humor. Don't be grave, let

that smile play, rapidly across

your page. The face you show

to the world, as if no doubt

you ever knew, would prevent

mirth's present dew. In tears,

we find the real meaning, as

it spreads to the ones who hear,

laughter so pure in our ears.

Now our mouths are forming

that hollow shout. Echoes of

the feeling in your mind when

you experience that familiar find.

Laughter, so dear, even though

free, we must seek our way every

time. Come today, come tomorrow.

Laughter is something you can

never borrow. ha ha ha or lol!!