Not Funny Anymore
Laughter’s in retirement
A sad face protrude
Scent of peppermint
walks awkwardly lewd
The question pops again
yet too many times
Life’s clumsy strain
chimes
Itchy drama unfolds
causing traffic congestion
Hands cold
in manipulation
Two for breakfast
one to lunch
Once us
and grief to munch
Don't wake me tomorrow
I want to sleep
Smiles I borrow
A rare treat!