With sleep still seeping from my eyes, <br />and followed by the smiling sunrise <br />Stiff legs struggled on the street. <br />Last nights dreams refusing to finish, <br />as if the message should not be forgotten. <br /> <br />Passing people with distant thoughts, <br />all eye's to the ground, all smiles sold. <br />each holding tales never to be told <br />lives proggrammed like computers, <br />wake, work, eat, sleep, <br />finely tuned, are the commuters. <br /> <br />Waiting for the bus beside a sick <br />stained graffiti pained shelter <br />Eyes aimed at the grey road, <br />waiting, waiting for the red saviour. <br /> <br />Then he came, <br />almost dancing down the sleeping street, <br />looked into my eyes, and to my suprise, <br />he smiled. <br /> <br />from that smile came a blanket of warmth <br />a chemical combustion of happiness, <br />a feeling of bieng seperate from the rest, <br />last nights mind movie fell of its reel, <br />and I for the first time in month began to feel <br />The power of a smile. <br /> <br />Something so simple, so natural <br />cleaned the dusty windows of my eyes, <br />and made me realise <br />that a strangers smile <br />can stay with you for quite a while.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-strangers-smile-can-stay-with-you-for-quite-a/
