To Die Laughing
Whatever life’s final life circumstance;
there is no need that I cry;
whether, in sleep or while I dance;
I prefer to laugh when I die.
Laughing occurs in a season of joy;
one of the first emotions given;
babies, born; whether a girl or boy;
to laughter, are easily driven.
A smile on the little baby’s face;
causes our own face to grin;
nature commands a hug and embrace;
and love starts to enter in.
The bonding of love is a form of marriage;
causing pure joy to begin;
two hearts, riding in a horse drawn carriage;
together through thick and thin.
Such a bond was meant to last forever;
“until death do us part”
an end of life’s most permanent endeavor;
results in the death of a heart.
A marriage requires complicated planning;
you might even say, choreographing;
in its beginning, the scene is enchanting;
consumated by toasts, and laughing.
Marriage is the picture of eternal life;
we celebrate when life begins;
divorce is the death of husband and wife;
sadness cries when it ends.
Monty 8/13/24. # 2,272