It Really Is a Laughing Matter
I've a fine sense of humor he said then
he laughed in that snorting way he has.
Do I get a return on this notion or is it
simply my time in the shreds of blazing sun?
I'm jaded,not pale or impaled on his sword
of injustice for he does not know me.
Humor is not a sense I have,it is a life force
sustaining me through peril and righteousness.
Now I will take it as it comes,whichever way
the wind might blow I shall be ready to bend.
Come at me as it does,the world is one great
equalizer yet not fair to one and all on this plane.
Souls emerge into the abyss and I will offer up
arms that have been wrapped around my waist.
Tightly encompassing my fears and holding in
shards of self-doubt though I will use my strength.
Now that the swirling waters have calmed,I brace
for the mice becoming men,all wanting a piece of me.
In these troubled days I will be all that I can be yet
reserve the right to fall down and crumple at will.
Once located in the lost and found I know there are
worse things than being unsure of one's stature.
That being said,come in for awhile,sit for tea and
let's laugh at life's oddities,just have a life of humor.
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