Tragicomic advice

The organ has stopped playing,

in the eternal forests

listen 

The drums and cymbals 

are marching in,

a cacophony of sounds 

fit to make us dance

and sing and shout hurrah.

And yet beneath the jangle 

there is a note of pain

the contrast yet again

the tragicomedy

of life's reign.

You have hidden 

wings of humour 

to use in all emergencies; 

you are able to fly 

defy the storms of life, 

and triumph over adversity 

with just one flap 

there are no bounds, 

no barriers 

that cannot be vanquished.

Humour conquers all

we laugh

we indulge in the ridiculous

and grow wiser in our folly.