There is a smile of love
And there is a smile of deceit
And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet.
And there is a frown of hatred
And there is a frown of disdain
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you vainly try to forget.
For it clings to the marrow of hearts
And it clings deep in the spine
And it is no smile that has ever been a smile
But only a solitary smile.
That one between the cradle and the grave
May be just a single smile
But once it is truly a smile
It marks the end of all sorrow.
