Smile

They play this song at the cancer treatment place I go to.  I thought about it, and decided to post something on it.

Smiling isn't my way.  Nothing wrong with it, mind you.  It's like this: everybody has to find their own way.  My way isn't just to grin like a possum.  The truth is that doing that can be faked.  Anything can be faked, and so can a smile.  I always hated fakery.

So, what to do?  I had to develop a sense of humor.  I don't have much of one, even now, after all these years.  But I think I do have one, at least.

One thing that this old world can use, and that is something like this: a joke, a smile, or anything that counters the evil in the this world in a way that is hard to beat.