Never a weakness to laugh, a free gift
Inherent to all as sunshine of all season;
Fake or true wave it as ecstatic wand
And put on your halo as angels in bliss.
But why halt what you ought to flash
As lightening to the scare of misery;
Paint not your face with frowning clouds
Nor take the countenance of a red storm.
When life gives you bone of sorrows
Masticate it like a sour chicken soup
With smiles swallow the bitter bolus
Keep your lips oiled with relaxing jokes.
If laughter wets your dry countenance
When a comedian spreads its fragrance,
The light will go as he draws the curtain
But the well of joy gushes as a fountain.
Let laughter wrestle your pain
With it put your sorrows in chain;
Wear it as mask and scare your foes,
Let them hide cover with loud woes.
01-11-2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem