![]() Of Smiles (and dour faces)A Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Lips pressed tight as layers of rock
Chin thrust forth like scarp of stone Visage closed tight…as a lock Semblance shone as of a crone Face so spare of love and care Gives show to heart, cold draped with snow And from so compressed lips…never slips A more kind word than “No!” This will ne’er be, the way for me For I cannot but to smile I possess a simple mind that deigns to find Good humour all the while If one should find the time opportune to smile Don’t hesitate to take it For If one goes round…dressed in a frown One might just as well…go round naked! © 2012 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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Added on November 17, 2012 Last Updated on November 17, 2012 Author![]() David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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