The irksome day seems to grind you down
Steadily your face develops a frown
But then the red comes to paint the town
You forget your troubles when you're laughing;
It's easy to forget the lighter side
As all your hopes begin to slide
So give your sense of humour a ride
You forget your troubles when you're laughing;
Doctor's cures have no effect
Can't dispel the blues, leave you bereft
There's only one solution left
You forget your troubles when you're laughing;
Don't look in a glass to make you smile
Or crave heaps of money in a pile
This method is better by a mile
You forget your troubles when you're laughing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really an insightful creation nicely crafted in quatrain of four stanzas, and elegantly embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing, Paul.