Caught a stranger’s smile
Slipping through the breeze
Warmth crept along my toes
And filled every part of me
I took a little of that feeling
And I sent the rest away
So another would surely feel
A little happiness that day
I couldn’t help but notice
As I continued on my journey
A lighter skip in my step
And just a few less worries
As I passed an old park bench
I saw an old man sitting there
He had a grave expression
And dark, greying hair
I asked him how he was doing
He told me of his day
He told me of the smile he’d given
And how he hoped it’d found its way
I told him of the warmth in my heart
I told him not to worry
He shook his head sadly
He pointed to the sky
“It was a gift for my sweetheart; my beautiful wife”
“But old man, don’t you see?
She’s slipping through the breeze
She caught your precious smile
And she’s as happy as can be”