A Thankful Smile
My daily appearance is Mr nice guy and pleasant,
there’s no time to throw a fit of temperament.
Many people rely on me to smile and understand,
listen to their problems, and give a helping hand.
If only they knew about the pain that I have to bear,
it would fill them with an even greater despair.
They might curiously ask why I choose everyday
to walk a hilly path, with problems along the way.
They also might say that I should be at home in bed,
with someone to look after me instead.
But I’m not one, who can just lie and wait to die,
I have to help the less fortunate, well at least try.
With the time I've left I have to do something,
something that makes my heart sing.
Something that'll make my life seem worthwhile,
even if it's only a thankful smile.
poem by Orlando Belo
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