Why Should I Not Smile, When I Believe In Me…?

said to me,this friend of mine,
“friend,a failure art thou,
yet you smile,that evergreen smile,
friend,can u please tell me how?”

took him i,to this friend of mine,
as stout as one could be,
asked him the reason for his smile,
this is what he told to we.

“yes my friend,i am stout,
people call me by that name,

yet i smile,and lead my life,
not a worry have i to my name.

i know for sure,
that in this world,
there is not another like me.
then my good friend,
why should i not smile,
when i believe in me? “

took him i,to this friend of mine,
a tall girl she was indeed,
asked her the secret of her smile,
and she told us what we need.

“i am unusually tall,i know my friend,
yet i have courage in my stride,
i smile,dear dearest,because i know,
i have good friends like you on my side.

i know for sure,
that in this world,
there is not another like me.
then my good friend,
why should i not smile,
when i believe in me? “

took him i,to this friend of mine,
very old,his days nearly done,
asked him the reason for his smile,
he told to me like was telling to his son.

“my young friend,you are right,
my ship is almost set to sail,
i have led this life like how i had wanted,
i smile,since i have no need to wail.

i know for sure,
that in this world,
there is not another like me.
then my good friend,
why should i not smile,
when i believe in me? “

then to my friend,i turned my head,
looked in his eyes,& these words i said,

“to all who ask me,
what you have asked,
these are the words i say.
i did my best,
i gave it my all,
yet i met failure today.

i am not done failing,that is for sure,
my friends,i shall now fail to fail,
that is indeed what i shall do,
from today till my life ship sets sail.

i know for sure,
that in this world,
there is not another like me.
then my good friend,
why should i not smile,
when i believe in me? “

(dedicated to a very dear friend who is feeling a bit down these days.hoping that it shall spur him on in his future efforts. )

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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