Laughter's Symphony

Amidst the symphony of life's commotion, Laughter emerges, in varied emotion. Each chuckle unique, a tale to be told, A story unfolding, as moments unfold.

There’s the insecure, a laugh unsure, Nervous energy, a heart yet to endure. With hesitant steps, it fills the air, Uncertain, yet hopeful, in moments rare.

Then comes the fake, a facade to make, A mask of mirth, not easily to break. Forced and rehearsed, polite as can be, It dances on lips, for all to see.

A laugh sarcastic, edged in wit, Pierces the silence, with a humor unfit. Sharp and biting, a double-edged sword, It mocks and scoffs, at the world it roared.

The cry-laugh, a teary-eyed blend, A bittersweet emotion, in hearts to mend. Joy and sorrow, entwined as one, A paradoxical chorus, sung, not won.

On-demand, a laugh unfree, Called upon, for all to see. An actor's craft, an audience's cheer, A curtain call, laughter, insincere.

The evil laugh, a sinister sound, From shadows, with darkness bound. Malevolent mirth, chilling the air, A wicked crescendo, born from a snare.

But one stands out, a treasure to find, A laugh sincere, from the heart, it unwinds. Unrestrained joy, radiating from within, This laughter is true, a heart's purest hymn.

A rare delight, infectious in mirth, Genuine laughter, precious as earth. It warms the soul, this heartfelt sound, As hearts unite, in the joy profound.