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Teach Me How To Smile
My son, teach me how to smile.
So many years polluting my soul
I've forgotten how to smile.
I keep a catalogue now
office smile, party smile, home smile
barring my teeth like monkeys do;
trying to out smile
with fellow 'future generation'.
My son, teach me how to smile.
My chins ache,
from constantly holding the plastered portraits.
The innocence is gone
twinkles, laughter, smirks too
there is no distinguishing;
each is worse than the other,
Da Vinci would have been proud.
My son, please teach me how to smile.
I see toddlers running and laughing;
laughing - the word spears my heart.
I want to smile again
kissing, poem-ing, joking
should release endorphins again
I pray my son, keep your smile
and teach me how to be a child again.
(20-06-06, Moonkode)
poem
by
David Blaine
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