Nonchalant
I sat on the park bench, tears running down my face.
I turned away to hide my sorrow, thinking it a disgrace.
When the old man came and to sit there too.
He spoke as if talking to himself, “Well, if I were blue.”
He continued not looking at me, “I would be nonchalant.
I could show you the best way to do it if you want.
It’s easy to do, just act as if you don’t care at all.”
I turned to look at him, he gave me a smile, rather small.
I asked in a shaky voice, what he meant by what he said.
He looked at me and slowly nodded his old grey head.
This was his answer, words to live by I will never forget.
He said I could fool my heart and have nothing to regret.
If someone is mean, pity them, smile and walk away.
If you make a mistake, in the wrong, fix it. Find a way.
You lose someone dear, believe you will join them some day.
If you are injured or sick just realize the pain will not stay
Never let misadventure alter the fact that you are strong.
There is always a way to overlook what goes wrong.
Lost your job, broke, nothing to eat or place to reside.
Take my tip and learn my words and make sure you abide.
Enjoy life more, have fun, take the highs with the lows.
Head held high, let cares fly by, no time for woes.
Come out for the very first time, just like a debutant.
Always be happy or the only other choice, be nonchalant.
I nonchalantly watched as the old man strolled out of sight.
He muttered to himself, and I heard him exclaim "it will be alright"
God will look after you lass, if you believe its so
Cause that's the way it is supposed to go.
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