On a sultry day, walking on the roadside, <br />Someone gently tapped on my backside. <br />Turned, saw my best friend, with a broad smile. <br />Oh, where had you been all this while? <br /> <br />Well, honest, went on a self imposed exile. <br />She replied wide eyed, without guile. <br />Life was getting to me, so to save my identity <br />Took a short break, I not like whine and self pity. <br /> <br />For in city, only time hear a giggle or a tinkle, <br />Wrinkles soften and eyes light up and crinkle <br />Is when folks hold the stem of goblet to make a toast <br />Over sparkling champagne and chicken roast. <br /> <br />No children in the park sing or dance <br />Hop, skip, jump, roar, shriek and prance. <br />On my way here, saw some old and young <br />At dawn, laugh in the park, with arms flung. <br /> <br />There are laughter clubs, age old cure <br />For all the stress in morning air pure. <br />Well, well, well, I am so very glad to hear. <br />Guess, chose the right time to reappear. <br /> <br />She took a long breath and said, must admit <br />Was losing my sense of humour, bit by bit. <br />Would you believe, had written my own epitaph: <br />'Here lies one, who sought to make the world laugh.'<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-epitaph-8/
