I love to write my poems, just ordinary rhymes,
But then I'm just an ordinary type.
I enjoy others' verses, about flowers and sunny days,
But sometimes feel my lines are only 'tripe'.
But still I hope they raise a smile, from someone feeling low,
As many people very often do.
And hope my lines may help to brighten up the day,
For all BEN readers, such as you.
They say a smile is catching, and spreads, like measles do.
But pleasanter by far, I'm sure you know.
You'll find your smile is like a boomerang,
Returned to you, however far you throw.
When your face starts to wrinkle, beat them with a smile,
You'll younger look, I promise you, it's true.
Then show the world you're feeling great, and happy,
And the world will surely smile right back at you. Mrs Mary Heppenstall
Ainsworth Square, Bolton
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