A smile is a transient thing;

No it’s not

Not right now, in the face

Of this damning disgrace

And the backwash of bitterness

Harsh aftertaste

Of the ending of running

This hobbling race

Still I look and I see

There is no empty space

For the stars and the galaxies

Move into place

Swirling black

Big bang crack

And I’m back on the case

For this smile is no transient thing

And the gift

Freely given

It can’t help

But make my heart sing.