Smile

I’ve got no place to put a smile.
I’ve had the best one in a while.
But since the glass is semi-void,
Contempt is something to avoid.

The yard is January grass.
The life is hard, some more, some less.
But the alternative is crass,
So I decline to make a mess.

And so I rest and contemplate
The bread that rests upon my plate,
The time, that passes on the dial.
I’ve found the place to put a smile.