I think that I will never see
A cause for laughter more than me
Instead of drama & melancholy
Remember victories and slap knee by golly
The song suggests not worry – happy
To some is wisdom to others sappy
It’s really nothing that mysterious
To think of myself far less serious
Look for silver in clouds of gray
A belly laugh the blues allay
Hope can be measured – as a ray
Flower by flower – result bouquet
If perfect conditions must come first
The drink may never quench the thirst
Humour the bridge o’er pain traversed
Things then no longer at their worst
Taverns the aim - the tears to drown
Instead perhaps consult a clown
Writers of immense renown
Noted relative: humour/tradgedy smile/frown
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