“Foot loose” by magnusfranklin is licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0
Cheer Yourself Along
Cheer is Closer Than You Think
By Jane Tawel
March 20, 2020
I’m in the mood to write a ditty,
About our need for staying witty,
And in this time of deadly virus,
We need to keep our hopes and eyes up.
For finding laughter, look within,
And with some help, keep up your chin.
I told myself, just this past morning,
That this dark time can be a warning,
And when I’m biting on my knuckles,
I still can find some good hard chuckles.
A wise sage, (though not Edison),
Once told us– joy’s good medicine.
For what the doctor orders after,
A case of fear? — is good, hard laughter.
So, look around and if you’re down,
Then force yourself to be a clown.
Just pull a prank or tell a joke,
And even if there are no folk,
To laugh with you or clap or boo,
Your grins will do,
For you, yourself, and you.
And so today I told myself,
That even with the empty shelves,
And though the days will get much harder,
Before we can refill our larders,
There’s something I can do today,
To make my grumpies go away.
I won’t inflict my need for solace,
By hoarding stuff or being lawless.
I won’t think I need people more
Than I need to remain indoors.
And if I can’t watch one more show,
I’ll think “How humorous is the toe.”
And gazing at my foot’s protuberance,
I’ll manufacture some exuberance.
Perhaps I’ll find a shower cap —
that’s always good for a hard laugh.
Cuz hope is just a laugh away,
And glee can keep our fears at bay.
Whatever you can find that’s silly,
Is the best way, and I mean, really.
To take your hardships and your lumps,
And get us past this viral bump,
You’ve gotta give yourself good care,
So with yourself, please, a laugh share.
And while pandemics are quite serious,
It is okay to be delirious.
With just a bit of humor, friends,
You’ll change the color of your lens,
And see that after this dark storm,
Ahead a rainbow soon will form.
Today I feared I’d lose the fight,
‘Gainst sadness, loneliness and fright,
I could not find my inner comic,
To ease life’s dangers anatomic.
I put my hands around my head,
And to myself, I firmly said:
“You have and always, will, my dear,
Be your best source for finding cheer.
So even though you’re all alone,
And stuck with sheltering in your home,
Instead of outwards, look much nearer,
And find a good laugh in your mirror.”
Hang in there, y’all. Be strong enough to take others’ health seriously. Be brave enough to let yourself still love your very own life. And find joy in the journey – if you can’t find it right now, look for it around the bend, maybe by letting yourself have a good chuckle. Life is good, even now.
One thought on “Cheer Yourself Along — A poem”
This is a keeper!
Sent from my iPhone
LikeLiked by 2 people