Fairly are the moments gone

When others rush to take their place.

My mind is a cauldron of hot ideas,

All they need is a little space.

Make room and push aside

Those thoughts which have no appeal.

Let other ideas be put to the test

And fill the space with loving appeal.

Smile like the world owes you its gain.

You the intrepid one with your guile.

Who is to know the smile you wear

Is not in pretense. Only you.