Until I had surgery on my knee, I was foolish
enough to think I was physically "younger" than others and mentally
in the prime of youth. But, sadly, this has proven to be a great conceit of
mine, and, now that I clearly understand, it HURTS! Lately, I have stopped
thinking of myself as being "young,": I am not different from others
of my generation.
It is a little embarrassing and sad to have to
admit laughing at myself; it arouses mixed feelings. But, with the help of Silver
Senryu (humorous and satirical haiku-like poems for the elderly), I have come
to think about myself and my age more positively. In other words, the senryu have
given me the wisdom of age: to deal with tribulations by laughing them off.
All of a sudden, a funny phrase jumped off the
page of a book of Silver Senryu I was reading:
Squat,
Then can't stand up;
Once fell on my rear.
I thought it was a poem about me, and enjoyed
the laughter that then permeated my heart.
Not long ago, I loved to read Salaryman Senryu,
which made me split my sides with laughter over the hardened company men being
henpecked at home. Silver Senryu, on the other hand, cruelly candid as they are,
often send me back on my heels and leave me speechless. Yet they can be funny,
cute, and lovely. Dragging a harsh reality before our eyes, barging into our
mind, hitting the right nerve––senryu never fail to make us smile as they affectionately
embrace us. This unique approach to “laughter,” developed by the Japanese in
the form of these haiku-like short poems, is nothing short of brilliant.
The French philosopher Bergson once said:
"Comedy does not exist outside the pale of what is strictly human.” I
think Japanese senryu bear out this statement.
The comedian Charlie Chaplin made another wise
observation: “Life is a tragedy when seen close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.”
It is true many things seem painful at the time, but I am convinced life is
more or less equally balanced in terms of sadness and joy. The words of
Chaplin, who was forced to live with hardship, have something in common with senryu.
Goal: 10,000 steps.
Walked them.
Now, where am I?
No cash?
Are you broke? I ask my grandson.
My ears are ringing with "PCR."
Can't breathe through grandma's handmade mask.
Don't care about the scenery,
Where's the restroom.
They are a little harsh, but I'm smiling...
My children tell me
I am responsible
for my own longevity.
I admire the good sense and human insight of those
who composed these senryu.
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