Humour is a serious matter

Humour is a serious matter

Not to be laughed at

Dismissed with a shrug

A roll of the eyes

When it is a blind

A cover to slip over

The exposed skin

As it blooms

With embarrassment

A salve to ease the pain

Moisturise cracked lips

Damaged by degree

Each time a smile

Is suppressed

It can be a weapon

Of choice

For the faint heart

Too afraid of goodbye

To resist

Digging their own grave

Before it is dug for them

A laconic remark

Is less than a lark

More a deal breaker

When it cuts deeper

Than needs be

Take heed of the hurt

Let it be a guide

Through hard times

A companion

To whisper reminders

When the temptation is

To run and hide

Set it free

Knowing it is not

A prisoner will help

Nurture a little

Garden in your soul

Where good humour

Can grow

Between tall stories

And morality plays

You have the seed

Just plant the thought

It will spread

Into everything you

Need it to

There will be

A rich harvest

Of laughter to gather in

Stored well

It will last

Through the lean years

Barren nights

Are not a joke

A little light relief

Can go a long way

Toward your survival

Until the sun cracks into

The yawning sky

With a smile.