Stranger Words

She made my day, I murmured as I turned.
I know the stranger heard me anyway.
She’d volunteered a comment and I learned
she made my day.

She spoke. I thanked. And she went on to say,
“It’s easy when it’s true.” I’m not concerned
with fact, but feeling bubbled in her sway.

I wondered if the compliment was earned.
For days the mirror showed my aspect gray.
But with her words unsettled gloom adjourned.
She made my day.

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