Hello man
With the sullen face
Sunken eyes
And matted hair
Please don't frown so much
You might iron permanent lines into your brow
And that would be a terrible shame.
I wonder what has troubled you
Or what troubles you still
Maybe it's people like me
Trying to coax you out of your misery
I promise you, Stranger
I always mean well
But intentions can be misconstrued.
I must admit, I find it mildly discomforting
That your solemn mood is affecting my own
So come on, Stranger
Do I not deserve a smile?