Whimsyless! Poem by Denis Martindale

Whimsyless, alas, I wandered,
Meandering once more,
Yet thinking deep, I pondered,
What was life living for?
I rarely laughed, I must confess,
Yes, whimsyless was I
And filled with lifeless emptiness,
Until I asked God, WHY?
He led me by the flowing stream,
Then to a waterfall,
Then made me drift into a dream
To see a miracle.
I saw a circus clown perform
His very funny act,
His act was going down a storm,
No doubt about that fact.
And in that dream I laughed and smiled,
Tears rolling down my face,
As if I were a happy child,
Now joy had taken place.
Then God told me, my heart was changed,
I'd laugh like other folks,
For now my mind was rearranged,
I'd laugh when I heard jokes.
And when I woke, I understood,
Now whimsyless no more.
I rose from sleep and life felt good,
That's what life's living for!


Denis Martindale April 2020.