A simple pleasure, costs nothing
Can change the blackest day
It means so much to lonely souls
And we all have it, to give away
I stand, stare and think sometimes
Wondering, is it just because I'm old
I, m invisible, a nothing to the young
Not worth the effort of just one smile.
Then, my minds mist lifts, reminding
There is a price we have to pay
It's not free, it just occurred to me.
Give one, and you might get one, free
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