Poem: When My Humor Goes by Mark Tulin

When my humor goes,
I picture myself sitting alone
on an old tattered chair
in a dark and dusty room
with a perpetual frown,
taking life too seriously,
never cracking a smile
from a timely punchline
or chuckling when someone
unexpectedly takes a tumble

When my humor goes,
I won’t see life’s funny twists and turns,
nor bend over from a side-splitting joke
with eyes full of tears
I will sit on my old tattered chair
in a room devoid of hilarity
without a snicker or a guffaw,
never again enjoying
the healing benefits
of the best gift of them all.

©️mft