She walked through streets <br />All day long, <br />She skipped and smiled <br />And sang a song. <br />She went to markets, <br />Here and there. <br />She looked at dolls <br />And teddy bears. <br />But all she had <br />Was just two cents. <br />Her pockets were <br />All filled with lint. <br />What ashame... <br />You would have said <br />Such a sweet girl... <br />Her life so bad. <br />Not enough money <br />To buy one doll. <br />Lived a penniless life <br />But wore a smile. <br />Everyday... <br />Wore tattered clothes. <br />Having to deal with the <br />Oohs, Ahs, and Ohs. <br />Never did she, <br />Shed a tear. <br />She had no worries, <br />She had no fears. <br />Her mother was sick, <br />Her mother would cry. <br />Her mother would suffer <br />And lay down to die. <br />But this little girl, <br />She had not a care. <br />And she had not a bonnet <br />Or clean dress to wear. <br />But Daddy said, <br />Dear Caroline, <br />You smile when the sun don't shine.<br /><br />Rabi Anata<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smile-when-the-sun-don-t-shine/
