Our lives are like a play upon the stage,
where struggles, in our minds, each day play out.
We work through hopes and fear, through love and rage,
and wonder, "Really, what's it all about?"
To look for happiness is all men's right—
some wise folk told us so a while ago.
For misery should be nobody's plight,
although our joy may sometimes ebb and flow.
Yet does this mean we need to be amused
by bucklebuster lines until we split?
Are happiness and mirth too oft confused?
Is laughter prime? I think there's more to it.
Said Socrates, the way to conquer strife
is simply this: to live a thoughtful life.
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Author Notes
Today's word: bucklebuster (n.) a line in a play that elicits a laugh from an audience.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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