Smile

Its a poem about smiling..

I'm always been asked why I don't smile more.
Men always tell me to smile like that will coax it out of me.
Women tell me I'm to pretty to be frowning so much.
They always tell me these things with the goofiest smiles on their faces.
Smile, Smile, Smile, Smile

But what I don't tell them is that I'm saving my smiles
I'm saving them for the children I may have one day
or the person I will marry.

I'm saving them for the happy moments in my life
For the silly things my children will say
Saving them for when the world has beat me down so bad I cant muster even a grin.

When the people are old and have nothing left to smile about
I will have a drawer full of smiles to keep me going.