Treasure Island

Burt Poole

(2/19/1923 - 5/16/2012 / North Carolina)

It's Your Choice


Without a sense of humor, you’re
defeated from the start,
For you lack the gift that may
give a lift to your sad and hurting
heart.
Humor sometimes works like magic
as it turns bad days around;
Changing happenings that seem tragic,
into thoughts where relief is found.
It depends upon the outlook, on the
way you are within,
Whether looking on the dark side
or looking for some cause to grin.
“But”, you say, “my life’s different,
I walk on a pain-strewn path;
I had rather cry or hope to die
than to see a cause to laugh”.
Well, if that’s they way you want it,
If from misery you get your kicks,
There’s a lot more where that came
from, in the Devil’s “bag of tricks”!

Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014
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