Thanks for Smiling
I wear my struggles
Upon my back
And the colder days
Feel blight and dreary
And when I'm at my worst
The shadows consume me
But in those moments
Of arid and aching thirst
You always exhume me
You wear your joy
Upon your cheeks
And you warm the days
All is bright and cheery
Though I don't look quite
As graceful in wearing it
I don my own smile
Because it feels
So much better in sharing it
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