Live In Festive Existence (Life)

At the circus I saw this fact,
A funny, hilarious and joyful act;
A presentation, exclusively intact,
With a room to bounce and have a chuckle.

Life when lived merry with pact,
A balance of fun and order react;
A journey with sufficient tract,
To have a laugh and loosen the buckle.

Amusing poise feels like a stacte,
Providing reason to retract;
When chaos steps in to extract,
The best in life in loads and muckle.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: chaos,circus,existence,fun,funny,laugh,life
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