It's nearly a cackle.
Low and deep, yet light and airy
weighed down with
the reality of life's unwanted gifts.
Aged, and exhausted
sounds bubble up and spill over
somehow lined with a glimmer
of hope in tomorrows that
are lined with joy
and flowing with promise.
I don't know how they do it - i'd love them to teach me.
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