What’s behind that smile,
so big and bright?
Who is this man,
What happened last night?
Real he is, not a fake.
But of his demeanor,
I know not what to make.
If he could, he’d say
his heart was full of pain.
Though his girls are durable,
how will they withstand the strain?
On his feet, will he land?
A constantly, passing thought
that life can be grand.
Limbo is no place to live.
Agreement to her request, he must give.
There is hope of a new life,
His girls, better springs, even a wife.
The Meaning of Demeanor
