it happened on the day 'fore last,
when all looked grey and overcast,
when suddenly, the sun, unasked,
shone. He'd smiled.

the teenage girl was locked in angst,
nervous, blues, 'n private cranks,
when all at once, she whispered, 'thanks'.
What? He'd smiled.

the wards were grey with peeling paint,
the old walls sighed with moan 'n plaint,
when inmate whispered, 'You're a saint!'
'Why?' 'You smiled.'