He is always smiling,
The smile on his face so undeniable,
So infectious,
I wonder what makes him so full of life,
When he says hello he has so much vigor,
He looks like he has no cares, no worries,
I smile when I see him,
And he smiles back so kindly,
What makes him so jubilant?
He seems like he has it all,
But he is in a wheelchair yet so full of life,
Life is so unfair “I think to myself”
His eyes lit up when he realizes am looking at him,
And ever so gently tells me,
“Life is what you make it” Mine is the best!!
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