Mona Lisa Smile
Mona Lisa Smile
A slight grin-more of a smirk
She checks her look
On her way to work
Is she happy-is she sad?
Is she torn
About the life she’s had?
Dreams-some unrealized
Small joys that distraction buys
Sorrows dismissed
While hope and time it flies
The rut is the path
The path is the rut
The price of the dance
The rug being cut
We all buy the dream
The price is the key
The door is locked
To my cell and me
On our way to work
We contemplate a while
With weary eyes
And Mona Lisa smile
David Kettler
Copyright © David Kettler | Year Posted 2019
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