Laughter

So like a matchless bit of stone,
Though some might think it vain.
T'is easily in the reach of all.
And dangles on a chain.

I hear it sound out on the air,
Like sunshine in the morn.
God portions it to just a few,
For its qualities are born.

Little things can play a part,
And rich...when it is sent.
Its worth is more than jewels,
For sometimes it is lent.

Every ear can hear it sound,
Each note stands in a row.
It is something like a wonder drug,
For addicts...seem to grow.

Men are charmed to hear it used,
And the world is seeking after.
A smile is but a silent way,
But the real thing comes...in laughter.

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"Oh, to laugh my heart away...to laugh my heart away..and say...I love you."

E.P. 1908 - 1989

Karmen Miller's Fairy Garden