The funniet man in history
died today.
A true power to create
and give happiness
 left our race intentionally.

A man who could make numerous
toys from a plain stick.
A man who being human
sufferred to endure his
existence....I am empathetic.

It is a shortcoming
when we cannot even show
true brilliance its own reflection;
or have that source of brilliance
believe it; or even coerce it
to accept the possibility of being worthy.

For if he could have seen
all total of all of the laughter
that he had created
all at once? 
Would he have been overwhelmed
by his creation? We were.

What if he could have accepted
 his happiness open hearted,
then maybe he could have
found a reason

 to wait until tomorrow
Again,
to see if it would be better,
 instead of deciding that today
was the last laugh.