she smiles

She used to pluck the petals off the

Daisies that had the bad luck of 

Crossing her path. 

She used to wish on the night's first

Star brave enough to

Shine the brightest. 

She used to hold her breath for a surprise, yet

Now she knows nothing worth waiting for 

Comes from wishing.

She does the things she knows will 

Bring her joy. 

She takes as many chances as she can that

Only come once. 

She looks ahead with enthusiasm and 

Hope and smiles.