Laughter
Where is the laughter?that once remembered, feels
as distant as heaven
to the one who does not Believe.
Laughter that is not alive
is dead to joy;
as dead as the one
who believes that living is worth
a life without laughter.
What is the purpose of life?
To simply endure the years
and suffer the passage of time?
To endure? That is the illness
that steals the laughter of life.
And its departure
demands submission to grief.
And its laughter,
without the presence of joy,
is simply for the benefit of others,
a pretense to be endured
but not shared.
Tell me! Where is the medicine
that will induce the laughter
that will heal these ailing bones?
Where did it go?
Why was it taken away?
Please, show me,
show me how to find the laughter.
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