Art of Smiling has Left me
Much as I want to smile
I have forgotten to stretch my lips
The curve is always inverted
The art of smiling has left me.
I have no anger, no grudge
Yet I find it hard to smile
May be the lips are made that way
The art of smiling has left me.
Much as I love this world
As much do I love you all
To show my love I know not, for
The art of smiling has leftme.
Not that my teeth are a hue,yellow
Nor is it that I am a dirty fellow
Much as I would wish and want
The art of smiling has left me.
Even when you sing and dance
As much do I enjoy thy pranks
The Child in me yearns to laugh,yet
The art of smiling has left me.
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