Still I Smile
You can mock me all you want
Murmur my plans will fail
Foresee my projects are doomed
Whisper am a loser
but still I smile
You can pretend I am your friend
Talk behind my back all you can
Make excuses for avoiding my calls
Rejoice over my mistakes
for your hypocrisy still I smile
You can sit there and gossip
Spend your time visiting
Talking about who said and did what
while you grumble nothing is working
to that misery I smile
Don’t think you are the loser?
Are you serious you still can?
Do you think anybody really cares?
Why not say you can’t instead of the silence?
That’s why still I smile
I just get it – it’s not about me
You are whallowing in your own misery
self pity, doubt & loathing masqueraded
you point a finger and three point to you
Isn’t that worth smiling at?
You now can tell my smile
I smile at me, for me and with me
and it keeps me oh so young
ever fresh and genuine
no need for make up
I’ll keep my smile
Your friendship ain’t worth my mind
I’ll have my smile with each meal
and for each mistake I make
I’ll keep the take
And for that …
still I smile
(C) Marie Abanga
p.s: Sometimes we take such hits in life for different reasons, and they rock our boat and knock us really off feet. I have been most shaken, but the blizzards caused by people especially some I though had my back. I don’t know about you, but I have come to stop given them that permission to make or leave me any ruffled. The inspiration to write it away in poetry has and is a definite life saver for which I am most grateful. And this is why, no matter how bad it get, I take my membership with the happy league seriously, and Still I Smile…are you looking at it this way too?