LAUGH MY FRIEND!





A cry is all you start with,
And that’s how you end.
A should rise every morning,
A perfect time to descend.

You desire and you don’t get it,
That’s when a man needs cry
All you are is, spoon-fed
No one taught you to try!

You are so ready when you’re preparing,
And find nothing to be a crime.
That’s not how things work my pal,
Everything has a time.

There is so much love I see,
And endless pain that hides.
Just let it out and see the magic,
Life is back on a happy ride.

It’s a four chambered heart,
And you make it so heavy!
How you expect the world to smile!
Though you breadth and walk and disguisedly live,
You are long dead inside.

I’ll always be there to help you,
Just like the rain helps dry.
And blossom out to the needy world,
See, the world needs smile.

Remember friend, sad is the story of old,
And new, is the happy trend.
I see a flower dying today,
All I ask is, Laugh my friend.


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