Smile – Not A Solitary Isle

A true smile’s not a solitary isle, Nor an oasis spread half an odd mile, But a few thousand of verdant green isles, An archipelago no less that smiles, When every body cell joins in a pile; Nor is laugh a solitary thunder Of one triumphant wanting to plunder A point, to keep his rival pinned under, The rival army broken asunder, A cause gone out of hand, smile gone under, A laugh’s let loose, it seems, when scattered smiles’ Every cell is in a state of wonder! Yet, a smirk is no smile when ‘tis too young, It is no child of heart—perhaps of lung. _______________________________________________________ -Tongue-in-cheek | 02.04.06 |