Day One: I sow my softest smile,
And reap the harvest wilted frown.
Day Two: I flash that smile and see
Just why the fallen must stay down.
Day Three: my customary smile
Begets a mostly vacant stare.
Day Four: the stare is lessened in
The degree of its vacancy.
Day Five: sweet reciprocity,
As I detect the slightest nod.
Day Six: the nod has swelled to bow,
I marvel at this work of God.
Day Seven: I get greeted first,
We trade our names excitedly.
Day Eight: I sow my softest smile,
And reap the harvest ‘bundantly.
Day Nine: we shake our hands to seal
Our warm relationship in style.
Day Ten: my dear friend receives
Me in his arms before he leaves.
And by the bye, know I ain’t I,
I’m usually the other guy.
