Echoes of Unheard Laughters
Whence did you learn that enchanting smile's art,
My own face takes a different start,
While happiness flows deep within,
My expression tells a different spin.
Can you sense the laughter's gentle flow,
I tried to mimic it, in the know,
But my attempt, a whimsical snout,
Echoing mirth, yet veering about.
My excitement's a spark, hard to quell,
Though you may not notice, I'll tell,
Your humor ignites joy in its array,
Yet my smile might not match, come what may.
How do I confess this untold truth,
That my cheeks have forgotten their joyful youth,
Toasting beers and raising a cheer,
Seems to have faded in yesteryear
Yet, I never grasped, truth to be told,
How my demeanor made others fold,
Jameson's silence, my friend's head's shake,
Unveiled the impact my expression could make.
So now, I ponder on that cue,
To turn the page and start anew,
To spread cheer with cheeks that rise,
And chase away shadows from others' eyes.
Copyright © Abigail Cole | Year Posted 2023
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