Contagious
She smiled at him on the stairwell
He smiled at the man at the door,
He in turn said "Good Morning"
To the lady sweeping the floors.
She nodded at the passer by
Who then turned around,
And gave a smile to the little girl
Who was wearing such a frown.
The little girl started laughing
And simply passed it on
To her Mother who was with her,
Then they hummed a little song.
The painter in the hallway
Felt tired, and very blue,
Till the old gentleman said
"What a beautiful job you do".
If we would do this everyday
It moves along in stages,
When you smile at everyone
It truly is contagious.
Lynn Barany
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