A small price to pay
9/23/98

In late night hours I close my eyes
And create lists of hows and whys
To prove to me that life is simple
Like a girl's smile and her dimple

I cheshire back and notice subtelties
The curves and colors and new novelties
They cause me to become perplexed
and make simple smiles even more complex

I sit and gaze now locked in thought
About the girl and smile I bought
For the mere cost of an evenings attentions
My mind too worthless now to mention

Life is not simple; by no means
Till the wistful off smiles are weaned
And come to grips with what is real
So they aren't wooed by false appeal