Born Laughing

I have often wondered why I am always smiling
Laughing even when it may seem to some ailing
In my pain I see cause to smile
In my foolishness I reason to laugh sly
Then it hit me and has persisted
I was born laughing as I resisted
The difficult passage of the birth canal
The harshness of the cold wind of life banal
I laughed and they thought I cried
They were glad as they furiously pried
Little and seeming ill prepared for life
Still I guffawed my way as sure as a knife
God made me slight to defy the stout
He gave me reason and grace to go about
And so even now aparently poorly adapting to my circumstances
I grimace and remember to laugh as I take stance
I still smile, laugh, guffaw, whatever
Just as I survived my birth however
I will survive this strife that I face daily
I will die laughing and my small world will rally
Round me laughing with me, and saying she laughed all through life
And even in death she still laughs on as friend, sister, mother, wife