Precious Laughs

Precious Laughs

Precious Laughs




Need more laughter.

And to share more of it as well.


On Time as a Helix of Precious Laughs

Pretty lady holding hands with Time,
Growing older as the day goes by. . .
What is she to do?. . .or what have you?
The sun is shining on her face, so fair,
The sounds of children, floating in the air. . .
Hello Time. . .Does she really care?. . .or think,
“Old age cannot touch me now. . .I wallow in the laugh”
That’s what it’s all about.
We fill our lives with precious laughs. .

What is there in a laugh, that Time avoids to know?
Look at all the people out there playing,
Running from the past.
“Can I make my bus,” he cries, or “will I see the show?”
We surround ourselves with time,
Building with the laughter, a doorway to the mind.

No yesterdays. . .no tomorrows
Time is a helix of precious laughs.

We are only men, we eat, we speak, in fancy wordy ways. . .
But down inside the person acting out the part,
The place where we all stay,
There is the heart where all are one, a place away from Time,
We must direct our thoughts from there,
Freeing with the laughter, a doorway to the light.

~ Happy the Man


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