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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