Smile

I may never manage to turn up in tidied hair
I may never sport a shimmer in my eyes
Nor can I take those delicate steps
Nor can I bring a sweet song to your ears
I may sport a shabby look
I will perhaps trip in a stiletto
That's how I am that's how I will be
But I will have a listening ear and 
In life's ups and down, I can try each day to wear a smile.