It is as all other Tuesday mornings have been:
A boring walk to duty where nothing new is seen
Suddenly, I was blessed with the face of a cutie
Riding like a princess on her father's arms
Her caresses, you should see, was a beauty
Embracing daddy with her cute little arms
As she enjoys the ride she looked back at me
I saw a longing for something exciting to see
Knowing I wasn't worthy of that precious look,
As boredom tarnishes the excitement on my face,
So I tried to give my best of smile
Expecting a glorious one in return
Babies are known for their most precious smile:
So it strengthens my patience as I waited for her turn
But, knowing how babies can see the heart
And discern what is real from what is faked
She gave me a chance to come up clean
For my smile wasn't real and that she have seen
I kept pressing still as they walked briskly down,
I really wanted a smile and yet, got a frown
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