A Thankful Smile - Poem by Orlando Belo
My daily appearance is of a mister nice and pleasant,
I just don’t do outbursts of temperament.
Many people rely on me to smile and understand,
to listen to their problems, and to give a helping hand.
If only they knew about the pain that I have to bear,
it would fill them with a greater despair.
They may probably question why I choose everyday,
to walk a path, with problems along the way.
They also might think that I should be at home in bed,
with someone to look after me instead.
But I’m not one, who can just lie around 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 lifts me and makes my heart sing.
Something that'll make my life seem worthwhile,
even if it is only a thankful smile.
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