Poetry: I wrote this when I was 18 years-old!

I smile a real smile

The type of smile that is rare to find in this life we live

This smile comes from deep inside

This smile was hidden from the dangers of pain and heartache

I smile because it feels right

I am happy to be alive

I am happy to be here

I smile a real smile

It is not the smile of pretence

It has no motive of any thing

I am not smiling for you

I am not smiling for them

This smile is mine

It is a smile of true inner joy

I smile a real smile

I smile because I understand that tomorrow this smile could be gone

I smile because I can

I smile because I am poor and my smile is all I have

I smile because I am lonely and my smile keeps me company

I smile because I am hungry and my smile fills me up

I smile because I am sick and my smile is my medicine

I smile a real smile

Oh this smile of mine

It brightens my face

This smile is wider in my mind and soul

It is a personal smile

You might see it

You might feel it

And it might just be invincible to your material eye

Lest we forget it is not for you

It is my smile

I smile a real smile

I am in love with this smile

I pray it stays longer than a moment

I hope it tattoos itself in my heart

I beg this smile to stick around

I hope I don't forget this smile in this rat race I'm in

I wish that I would not get tempted to pawn this smile for the material smile

I want to smile this smile for all my days

I smile a real smile

I thank the Creator for this smile

I am in love with this smile

I smile a real smile

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