Some say it’s wrong to laugh
But she doesn’t seem to care
That her memory’s fading
And her mind’s beyond repair
She laughs at her problem, too
What else is there to do?
Some say it’s wrong to laugh
But sometimes it’s all you’ve got
When so much has been taken away
And you’ve not been left a lot
Some say it’s wrong to laugh
Because her mind is in a mess
But a little laughter is all she has
To lighten the bleak vacuousness
She laughs at her problem, too
What else is there to do?
Some say it’s wrong to laugh
But it’s either that or tears
A joke at her forgetfulness
To smother lingering fears
Some say it’s wrong to laugh
When she cannot recall today
But she still has a sense of humour
Even if it’s trapped in yesterday
She laughs at her problem, too
What else is there to do?
Some say it’s wrong to laugh
That it’s wrong to be amused
When she’s sitting there vaguely
Feeling confused and bemused
Some say it’s wrong to laugh
But it’s better than a cry
One last laugh together
In case that she should die
She laughs at her problem, too
What else is there to do?
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