When I wake give me a breakfast lighthearted.
Just a small chuckle to get the day started.
Please, give me the same as a cap on the night.
I like a little snicker to scare off fright.
My day’s full with so much routine ritual.
A repetitive slog; life habitual.
Why not begin each revolution smiling?
Greet your sleep sanguine when it comes beguiling.
I have done this for years to get through the rough.
Laughs bookend my days whether easy or tough.
L.B.Stowe 