
I am alone,
my family gone.
Work left behind.
with the years.
I smile.
I catch smiles.
That's my job.
Full time now.
My smile
is for free.
Smiles returned,
my wages.
I catch the bus
to town
and hunt for smiles
in teaming streets
and steamy cafes.
I cast smiles wide.
and reel in my catch
to serve them up
for comfort in the night
when I'm alone.
- Anne Stewart
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