The smile

There is a smile of love,
And there is a smile of deceit
And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet.

And there is a frown of hate,
And there is a frown of disdain
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain,

For it sticks in the heart's deep core,
And it sticks in the deep backbone
And no smile that ever was smiled,
But only one smiles alone

That betwixt the cradle and grave
It only once smiled can be
But when it once is smiled
There's no end to misery