No one chooses to own a frown
A frown pulls at your cheek bones
Climbing up the ranks
Hoping to find its place upon your silk like skin
Temping its surroundings to compete
It’s ready to meet its match
A frown truly prefers to relax
It doesn’t like to work hard
A frown has one known direction
And that clearly down in the dumps
A frown’s number one enemy is the
Relentless smile that currently seems to be just your style
Planted firmly where its nemesis sir maddened frown houvers
Hoping and praying that the smile becomes unwanted and
Forgotten but then remembers that no one chooses a frown
A frown chooses someone once gladdened but is now saddened
A Frown About Town©
Copyright 2017
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 