Smile

Once in a while I smile
I think of all that is
All there will ever be
Part of that is me
My thoughts, my dreams, my memories
Small, insignificant, irrelevant
Or not
But either way, I think thus must I be
This is why, with guile, every once in a while
I smile

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.