Weather Driven Laughter
I am so glad!
That the weather
driven waves of
laughter.
Still. sh.. shhh…
Crash upon your shore.
Laughter crests
with…
Illuminated Bubbles
rising…
to
The top!
Gently it then
recedes…
into
the
whispering
and
swishing
shhh.…shh….sh….
Sands of…
Time…
From ‘A Son of His Father’
A novel by Harold Bill Wright
Copyright 1925, by D. Appleton and Company
presented as an Irish Folk Song pg. 253
When the blue divils swarm all around you
And the life yer livin’ is hell;
When the saints you have prayed to protect you
Seem to be off their jobs for a spell;
When the world is that black wid disaster
That ye swear it wad be sweet to die
Sure ‘tis then that ye’ll need to remember
That ‘tis better to laugh than to cry.
For a smile will go farther, my darlin’,
Than a fist full of jewels and gold;
“Tis the hearty guffaw and the merry ha-ha
Keeps this old world from growin’ too old.
A heart filled wid mirth is the salt of the earth
But there’s no good at all in a sigh;
So ye’ll not be forgettin’, mavoureen,
That ‘tis better to laugh than to cry.
The old divil can do but his worst, my dear,
As the saints can do only their best;
If ye laugh when yer hurt and don’t worry,
Sure the heavens will take the rest;
All the angels above do be smilin’
On the one who can make troubles fly,
So ye’ll heed me, dear heart, and be cheery
For ‘tis better to laugh than to cry.