A smile

I had a smile.. I gave that smile away. The milkman and the postman enjoyed it each day. I took it to the shop. I had it on the street. I gave it without thinking to all I chanced to meet. I gave my smile away, as thoughtless as could be, And every time I gave it, my smile came back to me. (Contributed by dear old Noble Bart Stephenson, Bremerton.)