When Laughter Dies

When laughter dies so do we all,
when jolly leaves and smiles fall.
When silence adorns its horrid gown
and emphasized are outside sounds
in which we drown.
When fun shrivels into dirty words
and thoughts of play strike all absurd.
When the cost of living reveals indeed
the victimhood on which it feeds.
When reasonable chase for no good reason
blackens skies of changing seasons
and deception hounds perceived joy,
an island is a man no longer a boy.
When only remains wrong tears to cry,
that is the day that laughter died.

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