A smile is a universal message.
He knew almost no English –
“Beer” the exception to the rule –
But his expressions told his story
In the morning, seated outside work
With a can in one hand, smoking as though
Intent to defeat some world record,
He greeted us all in the same way
“Beer!” his cry, pitched with a grin
As merry as could be; who knew
Despite the language barriers,
He could be such great company?
Never did I see him without that wily
Look. He wore his grin dusk ’til dawn –
Though those of us who preferred
Sober bus drivers remained cautious.
© Laura Marie Clark
Excerpt from the book “City Of The World”
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