ÅTHERE WAS A CHILD WHO ALWAYS SMILED, WHO ALWAYS SEEMED TO KNOW.
THERE WAS A CHILD WHO ALWAYS KNEW THAT THE PAIN WOULD FADE AND GO.
A bleeding knee would heal quite quick.
An upset tummy and a little sick.
A broken arm, a swollen toe.
A pinch from a friend, or a grazed elbow.
Every time a little tear, but never too much fuss.
He knew somehow that it was what it was.
And that the pain would always pass.
There was a child who always smiled, that words could never frown.
No matter what other kids called him,
It would never bring him down.
The names, the teases the bullies shouts.
Always trying to catch him out.
But this little child somehow knew that words are air, and that is true.
And if that is true, then words can't harm,
Spoken air caused the child no alarm.
Knowing this he always smiled.
Even with nasty words from another child.
He knew the words were sent to hurt,
But he simple did not allow it.
For a word is letters put together,
spoken and sent out.
The child knew this no matter what,
he never had a doubt.
There was a child who always smiled no matter what would be.
He had a special way to live and he told it all to me.
No matter what, or where or when.
No pain, no rain, or bad.
If it is, then it is, and that is that.
There is no need to get mad.
No worry, no fear, no anger, no pain,
Would change a thing its true..
The thinking that hurts the head and the mind,
is all self created by you.
So it is what it is, and it can't be changed.
There is only two ways to deal.
Fight it inside your head,
or accept it and see how it feels.
He knew that life is full of joy,
He knew that pain would fade.
He knew that everything was his choice.
That he was a product of his ways.
Ways of asking in thought and word, of doing all he did.
The child that always smiled told me,
it's easy to be and just live.
The child told me all of this, so I had to write these lines.
he also said these very words:
That on a cloudy day the sun still shines.
He never wants or need for things.
For needs and wants mean less.
He always knew that a home and food,
and good family are the best.
That anything else we a take off the shelf,
we think will make us whole.
Is why the world is full of frowns.
And far too many unhappy souls.
There was a child who always smiled who really taught me how.
The secret of living is there for us all.
We only live right now.


We can all be this child.