I often wish

I could be more.

I often wish

I could show more

- - - -.

They speak of death

My ears hear words

Full of sadness, pain, tears,

And yet, I do not cry.

“Oh” my only - - - -.

They speak of joy

My ears hear words

Full of laughter and mirth

And yet, no chuckle

A small smile my only - - - -.

I often wish

That when you die, you laugh

My loved one, my friend, my enemy,

I would - - - -.