Smirk

Subtly he smiled wide
A glimmer of pride rose from his stride
While all the fools around him now
Lost in the stew of a bustling hue
Crimson grey the night begins
A mission, a plan, who knows the end
He does of course that's why his chin
Is tilted at the angle of his brim

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.