Say Cheese
Seeing a being that needed freeing
From a saddened thought that never was sought
I borrowed a frown from a bluish clown
Trying to coerce the lips to reverse
Marked it the target to take a good hit
So out I could send the grand healing grin
I have learned to turn my scowls of concern
Into a sequence of wrinkles that beam
Beguile for a while with a painted smile
Then maybe after, will grow true laughter
