Silly

There are some times I feel ridiculous
As if some cosmic joke were being played
Which looked on me (or sometimes looked on us)
As creatures living only to be made
The butt of all. I do not mind this fate:
To laugh is wonderful, and who am I
To tell the world that it must be irate
And let my follies pass unlaughed at by?
No, I should learn to laugh among the rest
And see my problems for the jokes they are;
To put each issue in the light that's best,
Make light of it, and see how it's bizarre.
In doing so I might well benefit
By seeming to have humor, poise, and wit.