If Life Were Born Laughing

A newly born begins life with a cry, And keeps crying, lamenting all her life, And lo, crying has been her way well nigh, For sure her life sinks further, rife with strife. A little harsher get times and tears swell From eyes, a little pain and she sheds tears, Small illness and Death as if rings door bell, And she starts counting her life's rest of years. Smile has deserted her lament-full life, Bearing a load of sorrows on her head, She has pain to share with all, share her strife, Sorry thoughts always share her sickly bed. What if babes were born with a laugh instead? For, not cry, laugh seems a fair breathing aid. ________________________________________________ Sonnets | 12.07.18 |