He wasn’t handsome;
He didn’t look smart.
He didn’t seem wealthy.
He walked without art.
His smile was freeborn;
His gaze was direct;
His scope, expansive;
His greeting correct.
He passed me a smile
It lingered aface
I shared it around
Without losing pace.
The day seemed brighter
My feet gained traction.
“A good day, indeed! ”-
Instinct reaction…
He was very good looking;
He was indeed smart;
His wealth was apparent;
And joy was his art.
Lovely turnaround at the end, Helen. A smile and a warm greeting can make all the difference. Love, Fran xx
WOW...... Helen.... This is just a wonderful piece of literature! You have constructed the poem with so much of word-power.... the rhythm is astounding, you just out-excelled all of us! The theme is so clear - within the simplicity of the language, I hope you write more and more!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Helen, It is a little bit chilly now ! SO, every 180 degrees that we can get is O.K.!