Smile

The sun goes down and the moon comes up.

Our eyes close as we say goodnight.

We don't know whether we will wake up tomorrow or what will come,

But tonight we fall to sleep with a smile on our faces even it is was.

For each day is uncertain.

No one can tell what is going to happpen in the future,

But we can change it with a smile.

poem by Christina J. Williams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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