A little humor is enough,
a lot would be better,
life is tough.
My smile is stone,
my heart and soul is throne.
I reside in a beaten shell,
many times I've came close to hell.
I spend my days laughing and smiling,
even as the agony keeps compiling.
My nights are spent dreaming,
fighting off nightmares scheming.
After 50 years my humor is steel,
it remains tough through my body ill.
Each day we get closer to the grave,
each of us becomes lifes slave.
Managing to have some fun,
becomes a race never done.
Going out today,
trying to have some fun and play.
Going out tomorrow,
trying to fun up this sorrow.
Going out whenever I can,
trying to enhance this fun plan.
Even when I'm inside,
in joy I confide.
Any little humor is appreciated,
even if accidently initiated.
Give me a word of joy,
I'll treat it like a toy.
Flip me a smiling ace,
I'll copy it to face.
Even if it's a joker card,
it will still be taken to heart.