Personally,

Personally,

Probably the most irritating thing

Is the inability to laugh.

The weights on either end of lips

Disabling smiles

When all the world gives cause for joy

And peace for awhile.

In those moments of crisp air sipped

Through nose as eyes take in 

Untainted beauty

Mind and bones are racked and shook

For appropriate response

Not found.

When soul admits not what the mind declares

Smothered in thickest fog

But oblivious bird

Chirps cheer ‘cross the sky

And the sunflower screams in brilliant yellow

“Have joy, damn it!”