I remember what she had said
From a book of philosophy she had read,
Let your beam of happiness be spacious
And always be pleased, and gracious.
Keep life simple and always smile
But, not for a moment or just a while,
Look at the world and then just give a grin
And then close your eyes, and do it again.
Let your smile change the world
Let your joy and happiness be unfurled,
And before you get angry and lose your temper;
She then looked at me, and then gave me a simper.
I still remember the words that she spoke
They've have become my spiritual yoke,
Now when I am bombarded with frowns or guile
I won't let it change my soul, I smile.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They've have become my spiritual yoke, Now when I am bombarded with frowns or guile I won't let it change my soul, I smile...very fine