I am like the ugly flowers
That folk commonly call weeds;
When they see me they think "homely"
But when I smile they are pleased....
"Oh how pretty! You are lovely!
If you would only smile more....."
And of course, just for a moment,
That I'm pretty we are sure.
Then again, as on with living,
We off go our sep'rate ways.
And rare it is I really smile:
When I do, that's what they say.
07AUG03