Posted by: Ariel | April 1, 2012

“The Fifth Stage of Grief”

Yes, jokes do often reek of truth, except the careless words of youth
So every jibe from high school hence, usually comes at some expense

By laughing we accept our fate, suppress our doubt, equilibrate
It’s best throughout to keep our cool, lest we play the April Fool

Like water flowing round the rocks, we see ourselves a stream
Not immune to turbulence but not quite as it seems
For life’s a joke that we don’t get, a funny one and long
If we’re to make it through, our undercurrent must be strong
And though we take a winding course beneath the stormy air
And one could make the case that the terrain is just unfair
We laugh to show we know that in due time we will get there

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