Laughingup Our Sleeve - Poem by gershon hepner
We're sometimes laughing up our sleeve,
said Swift, when really we should grieve,
and shed cruel alligator tears
when snot and sniffles hide our sneers.
We ought to share the grief of others
and feel their sorrows like good brothers,
instead of which we tend, with guile,
to seem to weep but really smile.
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