Smile, young one, for there is nothing to frown about,
Your days are fresh and your nights warmer still.
Let the sun kiss your arms and cheeks into rubies,
And run into meadows to garner scars that rapidly heal.
Hold the fresh picked flowers between your fingers, love;
Look upon them as they turn crisp and brown.
You must know that none lives forever, love.
In grief, despair and sorrow you must not drown.
Trouble yourself with skipping rocks on the lake,
Or chasing the fireflies that glow by night.
Carry not the voice of the world upon your back,
and lose the your passions, your words and your delight.
A certain time comes when you shall search for such a ring,
That has to be eternal, strong and willing,
Remember always that pain comes with love, dear;
Trying and looking again you must not fear.
Count not the pennies and dimes in your pocket,
they will consume you in a struggle later on.
Instead, count the smiles you create everyday,
Treasure them, keep them before they are gone.
When the stars are not twinkling tonight, child,
And you reach for a hand that never was,
Pour a thousand tears and wails, child;
Then smile upon the morrow sun’s flaws.