The Last Laugh Poem by Christopher Tye

The Last Laugh

Lived life to the full and beyond,
Summers making hay while the sun shone,
Bleak winters weathered-out with hope,
Springtime spent searching amongst new life,
Autumns with colourful melancholy.

Always followed my own path to the derision of others,
My heart always true to my soul,
Always looking for a cause to live for,
Sometimes the only voice of reason.

Working when I had the chance,
Never giving up hope when I couldn't,
Always the quiet man working hard,
Trying to give something back to the world.

The last laugh, just look at what I've achieved,
Not too shabby for a kid without much education,
Outshining my exam results by a country mile,
Making an impact by doing things my way.

By Christopher Tye