Friday, April 17, 2009
Laughter, Not Good Medicine
There once was a girl who loved to laugh,
Strangers often thought her daft
Energetic, free spirited, wildly drunk on life-
She cared not
What others thought
Till doctors impaired those vital things
That keep the body right
and laughter-
Became danger zone; the brink of disaster
Lancing pain from base of skull
Through orb of eye
She could not cry
Indeed she could not speak or move
She lay
The girl who loved to laugh
Perhaps she would be daft
And others cared
They prayed
thatthought
Still within her fought.
by Zoe Ashcraft
