Never am I inclined
to laugh with shut eyes,
heartfelt and hearty...
without disguise.
My laugh is not contagious,
neither unique, nor outrageous,
but... rather forced
and uncourageous.
How blessed I would be
to laugh like he,
who throws back his head
in utter glee.
Who slaps his knee
and stomps the ground,
who fills the air
with vibrant sound.
What a spectacle!
this favored soul he makes,
as he dances,
and shudders,
and prances,
and shakes.
And of what does he laugh?
Of himself I`d guess.
Oh, if I could laugh,
truly, I`d be blessed.
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