Group Grinning and Social Smiling

The bitten in grin
Like something sour
Cannot cease smiling

Nor would I want to
Toothy, lipped or sarcastic smiles
The openness of people happening

On some interesting pretext
It can be black painted stone
Grey then sunny turn of tide

Give people five days
You will see two dozen souls
Conduct, construct, control

With admirable humour
So readily willing to get along
Even strangers see it and share smiles with them.

The second poem of a pair; thank you to Elsewhere and The Prince’s Trust present while I wrote it up with others over the week.

All the best,
J.W.H. Hobbs