Smile when it’s hard
Like a child you seem not to care
nor know, of how horrid people can be.
you believe in beauty and love,
kindness and occasional levity.
I ask you
about the devastation and anguish
that lurks behind the very eyes
that have seen it all.
You answer with gentle pause,
that everything – is but a glimpse,
of who we were or might be one day,
or that which we already are.
The Jovial Writer 