The Smile

The Smile Deep down in my troubled sleep The good fairy of the night came With her hair waving in the breeze of my dreams And holding in her hand a magic cane. She slowly approached my tightened lips And with a gentle stroke of her magic rod A smile did design onto my face with great skill Thus making it appear really fond. When next morning, I woke up and found myself So cheerful and so bright I noticed at once, to my great surprise That I wore, at last, a beautiful smile. Then, around the streets of my town, I walked All morning and all-day Sharing my wonderful smile with every person That I met on my way. Later on, as the golden sunset calmly declared, That night did arrive There was no one left in town, That was not wearing a marvelous smile! © Demetrios Trifiatis