Smiles

A smile...is more,
Than just a grin.
It's the up-lift of muscles,
That are coming in.

It's eyes reaching down,
To make a trace.
A rare beauty mark,
Across the face.

T'is beautiful in blonds,
And brunettes, too.
And the underneath tissue,
From which it grew.

Smiles grace the face,
And gives it charm.
It drapes up your features,
So sweet and warm.

A treasure...is a smile,
Around friendship doors.
For people who are passing,
Let the smile be yours.

E.P. 1908 - 1989