Too many never hear it, though its sound can help us heal
though children know its rhythm; its love they always feel.
It’s a thing become uncommon in this hectic world today;
it’s the sound that is the beauty of children when they play.
It’s always there inside us if we choose to let it free;
it is, of course, the laughter that dwells in you and me.
So maybe in the days ahead we should let spirits soar
and throw our heads back far and let the laughter roar.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
This entry was posted in Family, Life. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s