Laughter of a Child
Sitting on the couch, what do I hear?
I mute the t.v., and listen at the room to the rear.
The roar of laughter, as infectious as disease.
A smile creeps to my face with ease.
I sneak to the room to listen to more.
As I try not to get caught at their door.
Their laughter is the best medicine money can't buy.
As they laugh so hard they start to cry.
Giggles turn to hiccups that take away their breath.
This De' Ja Vue, I'll take to my death.
My smile stays glued on my face.
This is a memory, I never want to erase.
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