Metro
Travel the metro, and those kind of places,
for people with smiling eyes on their faces.
There are very few, I do not know why,
but you surely can find them, if you really try.
When we are all cramped up, in those metro cars,
why do they look down with their heart behind bars?
I give them a smile, and they remain blank,
eighty people all riding, to work, shop, or bank.
But here comes a lady, who smiles at me.
She's not given up, at age ninety three!
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