Getting laughed at don’t get easier
just because you’ve gotten old,
there’s just more things to laugh at
like invisible disabilities and their toll.
Sometimes the laughter’s amusing,
even if at your expense,
though is it really funny or humiliating
regardless the pretense?
Political correctness says laugh with ’em,
but wouldn’t laughter be a lie,
don’t feelings require our honesty,
should you laugh when you want to cry?
If you wear your feelings like a jacket
little things elevate your ire,
so should you back off just a little
and let your silence speak, inspire?
Am I wrong to take it personal?
Is it not that big a deal?
Should I merely grin and bare it
or respond, voice my appeal?
But grining’s not so easy
when the laughter comes at you,
should you learn to just grow through it
even while you boil and stew?
Or, perhaps the right response
is determined by each deed;
sometimes laughter may be appropriate, others
silence can expose the perceived misdeed.
So why do we do it?
Do we really mean to harm?
Would we be better off ignoring
and by that silence the storm?
Pilate tried to save King Jesus
by the humiliating “Behold the Man”,
is that the same thought pattern
used by us who laugh, grandstand?
But the hater’s response was kill Him
for they hated God and Man,
there was no good found within ’em
they were frozen, heartless contraband.
The correct response isn’t based on feelings,
no matter how hard that seems to be,
but if all things work together
we’ll grow through it that we’ll see.
So the answer’s change our focus,
off of us and onto Him,
’cause the whole world laughed at Jesus
but still He loved us to the end.
Jesus forgave our heartless laughter
by absorbing it and more,
and spread His arms, the nails impaled,
so our hope could be restored!