Smiles they go into the WyldA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Silly nonsense
Hidden smiles
They everywhere Lay under everyone's Smooth talking Or shy bewhare Curious shades of grey Turn into the most blueberriest of purple blue The tinge of pink Beneath the hippy artists wink makes way for the sunshine in my greenest apple eyes I know there's a smile somewhere Rising from some people's stuck up prideful cool dark air The crayon drawing on the wall That makes no difference to us all Could be the Best one yet A smiley face that no parent will forget Although we too busy And may forego its innocence and well deserve And simply toss it to the kerb The old man sitting there alone and with no doubt Many cares he has to bare Turns to me with heavy blink And in his smile I see him again that boy His toothless grin What utter joy to see his inner boy I see the vagabond homeless street lady Who feeds her cats and birds surround Toss her Wyld hair and walk away Hunched head bent to the ground She is too proud to let me see Her despondent air And vague honest stare She keeps her smiles for Her cats adored and birds that Come to perch on her wide Shoulders filled with strong guts and toothless pride Then there's the drunk In every bar drowning his lonely Regret without a thought He rarely smiles unless he's high Then cries and wails When drink has all in morning paled The crazy person dancing in time with monkeys at that zoo Maybe has a secret To teach me and you Maybe his simple happy glee And simple life Is what we need We need to break the rules Go crazy scream and let out inner Child If only once each year We do this Then our smiles may come Without a care A smile I know I see it hidden there Just waiting for the right person To lure it out To warm us all Into the blue sombre cold air © 2017 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Author's Note
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Added on July 20, 2017Last Updated on July 21, 2017 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more..Writing
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