Were the people, back in the time
First shown in the black and white’s,
Really unhappy, or did it seemed so?

The one’s that didn’t find a smile.

For sentimental reasons they couldn’t
Have known then, their more cherished,
But where are the smiles, lost and why?

We’ll find some, and smile for them.

Today, it’s like it’s a must, to brighten it
With a bodacious smile, even in a world
Of more hurt, and if not, it’s called art.

©2007, Ron Globe