In Laughter Live Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Each one in turn tests life’s allotted cell,
base line from which wills strive to win wide world.
On each Chance, Time, crime's partners, cast fell spell
churn Fortune’s tides, rides so diversely swirled.

What if we seem to prosper for a spell,
do well from womb - too soon in tomb we’re curled,
and what came first, the chicken or its shell?
Oft, final ends surprise, by Time unfurled.

What hope of Heaven if there be no Hell?
We ask, “Could God exist? ” as swift we whirl
across bane bridge Coincidence pell-mell
haphazardly casts on life’s vain pain pearl.

Make every moment matter, dark expel,
in laughter live until death's tocsin knell.


7 May 1989 latest revision 15 May 2009



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In Laughter Live

Each one of us has his allotted cell,
a base from which to conquer all the world.
On each do Chance and Time cast secret spell
on Fortune’s tide are all diversely swirled.

What if we seem to prosper for a spell,
do well from womb - too soon in tomb we’re curled,
and what came first, the chicken or its shell?
Oft, final ends surprise, by Time unfurled.

What hope of Heaven if there be no Hell?
We ask, « Does God exist? » as we are whirled
across the bridge Coincidence pell-mell,
haphazardly light throws light on life’s pearl.

Make every moment matter, dark expel,
in laughter live until the final knell!

7 May 1989