See that lady stooped down there?She dropped her, dime and do I care?
She’s old, of trembling finger’d style;
I’ll change my world one smile by smile.
That little old man in shuffle step?His cup is empty of the pep.
I’ll run or hold the door awhile
And change my world one smile by smile.
A tiny act of kindness inThis harried world can get a grin;
And no man is a lonely isle;
Let’s change our world one smile by smile.