I’m not much of a poet but I keep finding things I’ve written and stashed away so I thought I’d share.
Smiling at little children, smiling at kittens at play.
A smile among a million gets me through the day.
If I can’t laugh, if I can’t smile
What kind of life would it be?
I must keep smiling, instead of crying
While in my heart I feel I’m dying.
I’ll keep fighting to the end
And smiling, smiling.