Two it is, each so bold,
Different be, each its tale so told...

This gentle mirth, consider first,
A smile, a laugh, a certain ease,
Good Day! Hello! Good Eve!
Each an ever-pleasant treat,
Attacks me not with affront,
Unhappy not, thee to meet,
And certain does, put I to ease,
Succumbed not to such serious woe,
Should I face such serious foe.

Now - the rage of eyes, Cheer's opposing guise,
What loud tone and vocal wrath,
Is naught, but Cheer's epitaph,
An end, to the smile I'd known,
Of a moment brought, a moment took,
For it to soon be gone,
Leaving I, with bitter taste,
For Anger's but some words to waste,
When all is said and done.