A smile on the floor.


I was once a little kid
A kid upon the shore
This shore i knew nothing of
That toss tides to the floor.
Flowers lifted me above the shore
Thorns bind me back to the floor.

A little kid knows nothing they said
A kid who mess the floor.
Thirty years had passed
Thirty to repair the floor
Now, I a man
Gathering thorns from the floor;
To make it pure and endure
The wildest mess below the heavenly door.

'Cherish joy with the thorns'
To reach the heavens.
Yet I lay below, among the thorns
To paint a smile on the floor
Sketching a thousand happy face
Possible-Wiping of the gloom
For I owe those people that live on the floor.
For I'll paint a million smiles on the floor.

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Smile and happiness in the world is wealth not regarded by fleshly world. As such this poem is a continuous thriving to gather as much smile and joy in a lifetime.