There are things in the world,

Medicine cannot fix, nor the bitterness of violence,

Such things as the constant sorrow,

Lack of bliss, Lack of love, lack of Life,

Because this world saps from us that which makes us enjoy Life,

And without that which makes it easy for us to enjoy Life,

We die, may not be through spirit or body, but the

Very essence of your being, your heart.

Your love, love of life, joy, friends, family, the simple things.

Tennyson’s, ‘All things must die’ is true enough for

Those with absence of life, but ye who still live, who still struggle,

Here is assistance into finding joy in the struggle,

Laughter.

It cures everything laughter, Suffering and sorrow,
disputes and arguments, bitterness and hatred,

It does what no man made medicine of this modern time can do,

It works faster than most too,

It heals the wounded.

Never be afraid to laugh at the simple things, the jokes,

The clowns, the mistakes, so long as it isn’t at another’s pain.

You should, especially in this day and age, Love to laugh!

I know I do!

Brings a smile to my mouth,

And tears to my eyes.

Love to laugh, I tell you it makes such a difference.

Beneath such grim lit skies, the migrating clouds,

o’er the autumn forest, leaves dancing to the ground.

The grey path, cracked and torn, leaves smothering its face,

red, brown, and yellow, blending together so nicely that it creates an

artwork in itself. Dark grasses litter the pathways flanks,

coursing like a cement river.

Remnants of recent rain caught in the midst of short blades,

catch upon the rough toes and soles of aged leather shoes.

The wind penetrating his tattered jacket, a bag slung over his

shoulder, it being somewhat used and expiring.

His feet neither cheerfully nor sorrowfully scraping the ground.

His eyes catching little of the days light, but the lack of light did not hide

his tears, his lonely life, he wanders the paths of the nations,

walks down the roads into the horizon,

into the sunset and away from the dawn,

he only ever wandered, he led a simple life,

he was not homeless,

but instead quite rich,

he did not like the suits, the jewellery, the houses, and

banquets, the business, he hated them all, the meetings,

the lifestyle, the expectations, he wished them all away to wander

the great expanse the great wilderness of earth, tame and un-tame.

He hated company, he hated humanity,

he hated nature, he hated war, but hated peace, he

hated work but hated laziness,

he loved to be alone in all that he hated.

He loved to wander alone.

Do not stand far off,
casting off bad thoughts and
negative critiques,
when two people are gathered
with romance and love,
you wonder as to why?

‘Why is she with him?
why he’s nothing more than
complete nitwit!’
and then you beg the reason
why is he with she?
‘Why she’s neither beautiful,
nor smart!’
without the heart,
to gain the closer look.

Ay, they may not seem
to bright, polite, or beams
of sunlight,
but here we are,
we stand and judge from afar,
without so much a wish
or will, to go and
have a closer look.

They hug and smile,
and you wonder why?
because unlike you, they
look not for just look,
intellect or past,
but instead to the contents
of their hearts.