Laughter, a gift so rare
It fades with each passing day
From a toddlers genuine smile
To an adult pretence and regrets
It lingers for only a little while
Then comes it's adversaries, strong and powerful
With each growth comes sorrow
And with each knowledge comes bitterness
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With growth comes a stealer of genuine smile
A fate bestowed on men, to taste sorrow and joy
But in the fog are choices Lieing so close
At the end, what matters is what we choose
Laughter, a mask on sadness
A shade for what lies in the inside
To enjoy the beauty of it
Let contentment build a tent around it
