She smiled at me in such a friendly way <br />Saying isn't it a warm and pleasant day <br />A woman in her sixties one might say <br />She showed her years in wrinkles and in gray. <br /> <br />I would not feel inspired to write a rhyme <br />About one conceited and pretty and in her prime <br />For conceited people I do not wish to know <br />There is such joy in a friendly hello. <br /> <br />The great joy in her smile with me remain <br />And she's one I'd know were we to meet again <br />And who would wish to forget one so sweet <br />For people like her one doesn't often meet. <br /> <br />She smiled and greeted me at Richies Superstore <br />A woman I had never met before <br />And the joybells in my heart commenced to ring <br />At that smile which did not cost her anything.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-meeting-a-friendly-person/
