Smiling can mean a lot of different things.
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The Question Last night I met a little girl, A sweet girl i had dreamt. She wanted to ask a question; Her hair and dress were unkempt. She walked up close, I bent to hear, The question took her a while. She stood up straight, took a breath, "Miss, do you ever smile?" This little girl who seemed so frail; It took me by surprise. I looked down, and saw it now, The pain that filled her eyes. I took her aside, and sat her down. The answer for some reason, I fought. I looked around and then back down, "You know, I smile a lot. "I smile when I'm excited, I smile when I'm sad. And sometimes, if you make me laugh, I smile when I'm mad. "I smile when I'm walking And notice something new. I smile when I do bad things, I smiled when I saw you. "The only reason I smile Is not to show I'm glad. I smile to cover up my hurt, And to hide the pain I've had." She looked up at me strangely, New questions filled her mind. I knew I had surprised her too; I'm not what she thought she'd find. "People smile all the time, Even when they dream. But to ask if they are happy, Now, that's a different thing." |