Smiles Poem by Paul Reed

Four children sitting on a bench
Cares between them so few
Life's glory yet to clench
Tears and joys still to accrue;

Which one to be the gracious host?
Which one to be a priest?
Which one to have the most?
Which one to have the least?

And now, what of now?
This cherished moment of youth
To learn to keep the vow
To learn to prize the truth;

To be loyal, to be giving
To keep going, mile after mile
To win this battle of living
But most of all, to smile.