Smile
SMILE
There was a pretty girl who never did smile;
Her annoying braces were hidden for a while.
When she was a pre-teen,
Her pale legs were never seen.
In adolescence, she hid all her glasses.
Unable to see well, did poorly in classes.
As an adult she refused to walk very far,
If she were to fall, there might be a scar.
At retirement age people would say,
“Give us the secret of looking your way.”
She proudly said, “As to wrinkles there’s not a trace;
Since I never smiled there’s not a line on my face.”
B. Campbell
Copyright © Barbara Campbell | Year Posted 2015
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