Pretty Old Smiles

Pretty Old Smiles
There is a time when loneliness meets you
And share with your thought all the past
And the little pretty smiles you had
From the beauties of friends you admire,
Gone but not lost we kept holding on to
Treasures we don't believe they are lost,
For even if sold, we cant dream of new but all is to regain,
A pretty old smile which has been gone for a while,
If not sorrow, it is a smile,
But we choose smiles to overcome a bile on our lips,
changing our smiles from unwholesome worries
Whiles the rain wash away tears and fears
As we reminisce the little fun we shared,
Come, let hold hands and welcome the pretty smiles we shared,
Like the little morning sunflower,
Oh pretty old smiles.

Jcsonjenuis