Lost Smiles
What price a smile;
its value immeasurable?
First learned when a cheek was tickled,
long before an uttered jest,
a nonsensical gurgling grin
learned how to own a room.
Before "trying harder" failed,
sophistication and foolishness
vied for our personal attention;
painted smiles begging to be laughed at,
lonely hearts begging to be loved -
a quest never truly sated,
while we struggle to find
what we've always owned.
(Inspired by Henry Miller's "The Smile at the Foot of a Ladder")
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2019
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