The Last Laugh

The Last Laugh

I used to laugh once,

not out loud

but to myself, when

I heard them

queuing at bus stops

and moaning

about time and how

did that happen

and where did that go

 blah bla etc etc

    of course, I now get it ..

I feel the whole

world through the sole

of each shoe

and all these miserable

joints of mine

  are nothing to laugh at ..

believe me,

the grass is not always

  greener at all ..

and as I wait my turn

in this queue

here by a roadside, I’m

pretty sure if

I listen, long and hard

enough, then

I might hear someone

laughing over

my shoulder, not out

loud perhaps,

but far more remotely

   and to themself ..