The smiles

Smiles


When I meet with someone
and exchange smile,
I notice the way of smiling
and store it in my memory file.

When I meet with a man
who is very old.
He throws me smile
Which is without guile.

When I meet with a man
Who is crude.
He throws me smile
Which is very vile.
 
When I meet with a girl
Who is very beautiful.
If she throws me a smile
I never delete it from my memory file.

But I find the best
when an infant smiles at me.
This smile then
carries me to heaven.