A trip over

  A moment to laugh
as I stumble. Please make,
have a chuckle with me.

  My hair out of place. My
face distorted in comedy.
  Hear my carefree chorus.

  My eyes sparkling bright
blue to slate. Enjoy hearing
me happy. See the smile
and the crimson hitting upon
my high cheekbones.

  Oh yes, you wonder, I
am happy. Overjoyed, chiding
self over silliness.

   No wrong in a pun on
me for me, right? Be
happy. Smile for me.

   I miss that. So much
seriousness. Some times too
much and hard emotions.

  Massage anxiety out
with a prayer to Jehovah.
  Laugh a little.

  Oh silly silly me. Here
I tripped again.

   Perhaps instead of patience
I need to ask for poise and balance.
  Or even a helping hand.
* chuckling, loudly to point of snorting*