I Found Your Smile Poem by Charles Monroe

There is a smile from heaven
well high above your head;
if you'd only compromise your self
To looking up instead.
Like that sign in bright red
telling me the poems I've read.
Only one.
That's all I need.
To successfully
Proceed.
It's okay to cry a while;
One should never force a smile.
Weep as willows weep with child;
Weep as Amazons and Niles.
Like my pen, it weeps with styles,
Under smoggy Land of Angels;
And, for me, my City weeps.
Her tear-duct aqueduct
Now dry for miles,
For all the pretty girls
Need smiles.
P.X