Tara Is Smiling Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Tara Is Smiling

I walked around the market's isles
and thought of Tara and her smiles.
I took a chocolate off the shelf
and had to smile as well, myself.

I love it when my special friends
stand up and buck the going trends.
To hell they say with all convention
we do not need unwanted tension.

So, rather than to cry and mope
or take a sample of strange dope
we think of Tara when she smiles,
when she lights up the British Isles