Good Memories Of Her Smiling Face

A pretty looking woman in her mid fifties maybe
One i had not seen before quite a stranger to me
With shoulder length wavy hair dyed blond for to disguise her gray
Smiled at me in passing and bid me good day

A beautiful stranger i may never more see
She is one of any cares who does seem free
The gray clouds of rain gathering above the town
She lifted my spirits since in mood i felt down

Happy people are always a pleasure to meet
She carried joy with her on walking the street
A beautiful person free of conceit or guile
With the warmth of inclusion in her beautiful smile

In her mind she is one with some joy for to spare
That with others she is only too willing to share
The joy of happiness in her eyes of brown
The stranger who brought with her joy to the town

As they are known to possess the bright inner glow
Happy people are those others wish of to know
Low gray clouds above the town were pregnant with rain
But good memories of her smiling face does remain.