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.