On Meeting A Friendly Person

She smiled at me in such a friendly way Saying isn't it a warm and pleasant day A woman in her sixties one might say She showed her years in wrinkles and in gray. I would not feel inspired to write a rhyme About one conceited and pretty and in her prime For conceited people I do not wish to know There is such joy in a friendly hello. The great joy in her smile with me remain And she's one I'd know were we to meet again And who would wish to forget one so sweet For people like her one doesn't often meet. She smiled and greeted me at Richies Superstore A woman I had never met before And the joybells in my heart commenced to ring At that smile which did not cost her anything.