Land of My Fathers Poetry Club

Mrs Never Smile

Old Mrs never smile
I see her every day
Never a smile upon her face
At any time of day
I pass her every morning
And give a nod and smile
But she just frowns
And looks away
I guess it’s not her style
No matter when you see her
Her mouth is drooping down
If she got a job in a circus
She’d make a good sad clown
I know we all got troubles
That can make us sad and blue
But you got to smile
Now and again
To let the sun shine through

by Dennis T Baker


Last Modified on: 05-12-2018