SMILE ANOTHER DAY

Why are so many words so grim
Like news of war or cost of living
And as everything is growing dim
Few people seem to be forgiving

Yet words are modern currency
Becoming devalued over time
But still have their part to play
Even if no metaphor or rhyme

Whether spoken, or more online
Cheap words and often superficial
For the many, I guess that is fine
Even when it appears to be official

Yet the beauty of it all has flown
Leaving a bare skeleton of words
No style, left there on their own
Like springtime without any birds

But apart from the rich treasures
Of writings from years gone by
We must reinstate those pleasures
Take a pen and will oneself to try