Infectious Smile Poem by michael Smajda

Infectious Smile



Seems unhappiness surrounds me.
It really doesn't have to be.
Am I, alone, the jolly one?
This prize no one else could have won?

Oh, why are they always so sad?
Likewise, mean-spirited and mad?
When one can, with a smiley face,
Reflect much joy all o'er the place!

Saturday, February 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: joy
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