Growing Pains

"'tis him in standing water"- and I must add, the water is often hot. Here is my sixteen year old self- rediscovered after so many years.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Laugh your tears away

A life without humor
Is riddled in gloom
Though it be long in years
It is over so soon
If you want to life
Long- years so many
Laugh, laugh, laugh
Your cares- there won’t be any.
If you cry and sob or wail
Or sulk, glower or mope
Yours is a life of sadness
Bereft of any hope.
There is no need to cry
Because you are so sad
Remember you are still alive
So it cannot be so bad.
When something hurts you
Your pain you must hide
Remember whatever chances
You have to keep your pride.
Laughter and sorrow are
Two equal aspects of life
But the former not the latter
Is stronger in the strife.
Laughter is the broom
To clear the cobwebs of pain
Keep cleaning over and over
Or they will be back again.
Happiness is to be searched for
With patience you will find
It is a treasure
For it is a state of mind.
Whenever you are unhappy
From shedding tears desist
Life is to be lived, live it
Do not merely exist.