Smile, It's Simply a Picture

Smile, little boy. It's only a picture: a gateway to memories you shall never seek. A frozen frame of forgotten fear from falling. So, smile now as you will be watched through aged eyes. Show those teeth, and tell yourself: "No time was enough to tame my iron will. I was, I am, and I shall be smiling." Smile, little girl. It's only a picture: A time machine to mother's cookies attempting to mask the taste of daddy's goodbye. A preserved photo of a perfect princess. So smile now and laugh away the trials. Smile, young lady. Smile. The same smile that makes you beautiful. Smile, world. It's only a picture: A time and place only we can choose to relive again. A lesson flash frozen and scribbled in the history books for insurance of our evolution. So look back and smile at the caption of our origins: A still frame of ancestors captured in the midst of candid mistake as to say: "I reveal to and leave you the worst of me for the better of future face, and you shall do the same..." So smile for the snap of a present imperfection And be temporarily ignorant and shameful, but learn: All the world's a background, and life is but a never ending parable, with the virtues improved upon, and the vices remembered for wisdom. So, smile, people, It's simply a picture.