I do not understand, I cannot see the appeal
In what you settle for
Like a smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes
There’s something missing
A warmth
It’s not genuine -
It does not belong
A true smile is more rare,
A gift
But there is no substitute
It is not forced, it just simply
Is.
Your smile
Is deceptive
Its blank curve dumbly sits and stares at the world
You keep it on a shelf, for easy access
You think you fool us -
You feel powerful
I wish I could convey my fear
Of what will become of you
Of that day when you can longer conceive
A genuine expression
From your tired, beaten lips
You’ll warily pick up that sad smile from the shelf
And settle, settle, settle
A routine you will numbly grow accustomed to,
A handicap
For life.
What you describe Carolie is a mask and what lies behind that fascade may defy description.This work has a 'Scary' feel about it. Sid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sm :) iling is an art … smile n’ be millionaire Enjoyed… 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK