We used to swing as children From branches young as us Telling stories Whispering secrets Breathing wishes Into the future But would we ever catch them there? Swinging from branches Aged and weathered Carrying the weight of life Our stories Our secrets Our wishes Those we’re still chasing Those forever lost to us


  We need to laugh To get us through The bad days The days painted blue We need to laugh To take a break From the doom and gloom Of the world’s mistakes We need to laugh Out of control To expand our lungs Until we feel whole We need to laugh For our souls