Value of a Smile
You ask me why I never smile;I tell you because it will lose value.
Like when shoes attack porcelain tile.
Marred and marked our opulent tile grew.
Yet for you I had always grinned,
But your bright eyes could not see it always.
Clouds blown in by an unknown wind
Blocked my grateful smile from your strong gaze.
Farther and farther we grew apart.
Though it was not you who had walled the light,
Your leaving me blackened my heart;
You abandoned me on a moonless night.
If only I had shown one last smile,
Our love could have burned; life made worthwhile.
Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-04-16 at 20:08
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