It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry

Lately, I’ve been feeling like a train. Kind of moaning and wailing my way around. Rattling. Things breaking down. Falling apart. You know how it is. You get a certain age and things just start to slip a bit. More wrinkles, less get up and go. But thanks to the wonders of modern medicine, I’ve got a brand new hip and now that I can actually get around again, I’m starting to find my mirth. It’s easier sometimes to sit down and cry, but laughing is a whole lot more…