Geneva Aileen Smith Poems

I vacuumed the temple of my heart; I cleaned it everywhere.
I dusted every corner, I made it sweet and fair.
I brushed down all the cobwebs, I polished every glass.
I painted all the woodwork, so all was clean at last.
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You are not broke when your money is gone,
If you can whistle a toon as you travel along.
You are not broke if you have good health,
Nickels, dimes and dollars, that is not wealth;
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When I settle in my chair at the close of day,
My heart gets lonely for my family so far away.
I wonder what they are doing and how they are.
To me each child stands out as a Super Star.
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