I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold.
Now, if the harvest is over
And the world cold,
Give me the bonus of laughter
As I lose hold.
The Last Laugh
John Betjeman
(1)
Poem topics: laughter, sun, work, world, cold, hold, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Last Laugh poem by John Betjeman
Best Poems of John Betjeman