Poem – Seven Shades of Smile
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Shades of rainbow soothe the heart,
Even a grumpy dog would choose to smile.
When blue meets green rise castles a mile,
Locking the smile in chains of art.
“You smile a lot child, bless you dear!”
Grandpas say most to kids of eight.
When eight turns fifty, a bit too late
It seems to smile as in dawns fear.
Our babies’ smile at a smiling face,
When hunger shouts at them hard too.
So why does grandpas tick them two,
Who smile when talked to and asked to ace?
Fear of cars and houses of large,
Rile those poor dears of forty at tea.
Jokes at ten, remain gags at fifty
To lips curved up comes weight to barge.
The hefty Wealth and bulky Pride,
Hang with might on the lips’ two sides
To pull them down like fallen tides
And rips the wing of a laugh to glide.
Like rainbow, shines seven shades of smile,
Each with art and fun entwined.
We live each one, and each is signed
By the hand of Love, and Joy on aisle.
A baby’s smile, at a turning thread,
Marks the first with purity splashed.
A toddler’s smile at a vase smashed,
Entices all with modesty plus guilt spread.
A teenager’s grin with rose red cheeks
When his sweetheart’s name escapes his lips.
Melts the listener with love that slips
From a caged heart to lots; a move it seeks.
The fourth of its kind is one that leaves,
A twenty year old at a job interview.
For a question he answers with respect due
In dire haplessness, ”I know not” he weaves.
The fifth is a dad who looks at his child,
And smiles at the duplicate scrawny old nose.
The sixth of a mom who looks at that dad
With smiles of sighs at the two kids wild.
The sixth of a granddad who curls with glee,
At the thought of his lady and kids years back.
Hot love escapes the frail heart’s sack
And explores the mind as its meant to be.
The last of its kind lies with granddad once more,
Whose sixth smile rests in his sweet wrinkled face.
As the last of his tears moist his smile of grace
He leaves the world with a smile for a tour.
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