Smile

Smile

A smile is quite a funny thing,

It wrinkles up your face;

And when it’s done we’ll never find

It’s secret hiding place.

But far more wonderful, I think,

To know what smiles can do.

          You smile at me.

          I smile at you.

One smile now makes two.

Smiles add the happy thought-

You’re not alone, you see.

From here to there, so light and quick,

All happens easily.

The smile that we remember

Oft’ cheers a troubled heart.

Problems fade and spirits lift,

We know it from the start:

Our smile becomes a picture

Like a famous work of art!

Myra Moir

Primrose, Mankato

02-29-2008