It fades as one grows older, but still to be cherished. <br />The truth behind it has not yet perished. <br />A child experiences it often, <br />And sometimes a heart of wood it does soften. <br />I have laughed many a time, <br />However that does not count because I am in my "youth prime". <br />There are many forms of this expression, <br />Any of which can relieve depression. <br />There is the silent, the exaggerated, the raspy, and the sarcastic. <br />The list goes so forth. <br /> <br />It is the main cure for all things, <br />Because mostly joy it brings. <br />That is why I treasure those always smiles, <br />Upon those faces whose words run for miles. <br />I know of one friend, <br />Who has these qualities and they have no end. <br /> <br />The simplicity of laughter is priceless, <br />Each always smile adds its brightness. <br />Thus, its shimmer never ceases. <br />Treasure its bits and pieces. <br />Reflect on its cure for sickness, <br />Laughter can relieve and reveal most with quickness. <br />Never forget these always smiles, <br />Let the laughter carry out for miles. <br />For each one of our ears, <br />Let it sooth our troubles before it disappears.<br /><br />Hannah Bryson Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-all-cure/
