Laughter: A poem 

I sense the laughter among the trees 

But can it blow all over like the breeze? 

Humans have laughter clubs, say it’s medicine 

Yet some laugh their guts over living in sin 

My Mum and Dad smiled a lot, but seldom laughed 

Their responsibilities and duties had them scarved 

And there are grimaces for those who feel chaffed 

Yes, life’s office is always poorly staffed 

I can hear laughter in the waves and in the fields 

But so much of the world is morose unconcealed 

You may have a lot of laughter at a rollicking party 

But ask yourself how much of that is hearty 

A comic knows too well his awesome timing 

And humour is always a welcome silver lining 

Self-mockery is humility right to the rafter 

And my Mum taught me that mocking others makes a mockery of laughter