Golden Smiles
Oh yes the golden smiles are out
rising over hilltops
(the same golden smiles that blind you,
when you wake in the morning blue skies,
In puffy white clouds,
young angels
beautiful in every way, shape and form
see me as a gift,
(they see me as a golden smile)
I, the sun child,
a man of God,
has come too many
and wrote them all a story,
and stamped them all with
such a pretty golden smile.
Golden smiles, golden smiles everywhere;
and everyone is smiling,
and everyone is happy,
and everyone is in love,
and everyone is smiling
(for what?)
they smile for anything,
for they all have golden smiles worth sharing.
12/3/13
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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