Extreme Kindness Poem by Joseph Skipsey

Extreme Kindness



WHEN I would laugh a little at
The follies that in Life aboundeth,
What ails the saint I worship, that
She with a frown my spirit woundeth?

Is laughter sin? ah, then full well
I see she'd here but curb my laughter,
And steep me in the heart of hell,
To save me from its lips hereafter.

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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

Percy, Northumberland
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