Charlie Chaplain, the master of simple laughter,
Did portray the ridiculous with certain style.
Audiences laughed with him because they’d relate
To calamitous circumstance fettered by fate.
Yet in personal life, this man rarely did smile.
Tragic was his existence as life did occur.
He would have no one know that if he had his way.
What he did was turn sorrow into a fine gift.
With immutable purpose and passionate drive,
Nothing but the most humorous he would derive
From his own purgatory to bless and uplift
Everyone. He’s an artform even to this day.
Why is there seeming difference… laughter and pain…
All those pairs that make living a perilous ride
On a cruel roller coaster for just a brief while?
Nature is made of opposites – neither hostile
Nor in love with each other. They work side by side.
Life is bound by the physical but not in vain.
Dealing with all the up and down and black and white
Gives experience color. We know not the good
Until we behold evil. We strive to connect
To something not a part of us. The intellect
Sees danger in dichotomy. Perhaps it should.
But the spirit sees union instead of a fight.