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