The Smile Man

I heard a man once say
That he manufactured smiles
I assumed he was a dentist
And made sure to stray from his hands

But he only carved at watermelons
And molded only cookies
He shaped a snicker
From the fruit of every tree
And tossed them to the skies
Spreading the bliss
From his madcap factory

Toiling away
At a bitter world
Crafting and shaping
Spreading laughter

I saw that man in flesh
For the first time
Just last week
As he passed me
With his cane and dog
And dug into his pockets

He held out a wooden smile in his tips
And a real one on his lips.