We shall not talk of what we are not, it ends up the same from the beginning.
No use making a willow tree bend and weep on a day where the sun plays.
Such unnecessary to fill our cup when there’s a real thirst to speak in honest terms but for now quiet is the master.
I wonder if there is a set time and a place where there’s love that understands the heart with no smile.
The world is beguiled by genuine smiles.
It seems to me we are less swayed by the face lacking in the frills of cheerfulness.
There is applause for the cheerful soldier who will gather an army of good companions.
A kneading of kindness raises more than the thrashing out of the unfit from the crop.
Today I embraced a straight faced battler and saw myself look back from the mirror.
Cheerfulness comes in many guises.
© K S Hardy 2011
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