• Smiles and memories,
    Frowns and sad worries,
    A sparkle of their own,
    that yet hasn't grown,

    Alone and bold; in glittering groups,
    Some gather and gleam behind the scene,
    Burning bright in the hot steaming sunlight;

    Could it be that they do not see,
    In the universe of galaxies,
    Expanding throughtout time,
    There are those who dont give light;
    and those who just seem to be the warming sunshine shining on me.