The laughter of Chrysippus
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
What is life
but a fleeting jest
A puzzle dressed
in nature’s vest?
A riddle spun
of joy and strife
A fleeting spark
a borrowed life
What is philosophy
but a lamp in the dark
A guide for the heart
a map for the stark?
It turns the chaos
to a melody fine
A dance of thought
a thread divine
Oh Chrysippus
wise and bold
In tales of you
my thoughts take hold
To die in laughter
a jest your crown
No better way
to lay life down
And you
my friend
with fiery hair
In that dim-lit pub
we made the air
Resound with laughter
sharp and sweet
A melody
that made time retreat
We laughed so hard
my stomach ached
My temples pulsed
my soul awaked
The music played
the fiddles sang
As through the night
our voices rang
For what is life
if not absurd?
A fleeting breath
a fleeting word
Why not embrace
its fleeting flame
And laugh as we leave
its fleeting game?
Oh to die with a jest
on the tongue
As if the gods themselves
were sung
A jest that lives
while the body fades
An eternal spark
in time’s cascades
Chrysippus
your laughter still rings clear
A truth profound
untainted by fear
And in your memory
we found delight
Two souls united
in laughter’s light
For life
it seems
is a comedy brief
A jest
a sigh
a moment’s relief
And if I must part
from this fleeting sphere
Let it be with a jest
and you near