Do you think it peculiar to put
funny things and desperately-serious things
side-by-side?
I did, when young,
and I remember being shocked
when people laughed, and told funny stories about her,
at my grandmother's wake.
But life is no respecter of proprieties,
and freely mixes farce into tragedy.
There are, sometimes, wholly black days,
and there are, however rarely, days of purest bliss,
but on most days we meet
fun and sickness, jokes and death,
crowding on each other,
and we cope, somehow, with this variety,
smiling and suffering, turn by turn.
We are almost endlessly adaptable,
and a good thing, too.
Besides, there is nothing as funny
as someone who takes himself too seriously,
and no-one as solemn
as the editors of humorous magazines.
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