Her name doesn't matter to anyone.
Homeless and abandoned.
Nevertheless, her smile always brightens the day.
Accurate like a clock watch, she digs the garbage at McDonalds next to my house.
With a miraculous smile painted on her rims, a weapon of peace.
I envy that senior woman.
Maybe tomorrow I will leave my office and shovel in that pile of garbage, perhaps I will find my forgotten smile and my lost satisfaction.