I once met an old lady at the train’s front desk,
We started a conversation which I could not contest.
Her face defines the years of wisdom’s statuesque
That made me ask her about life’s real quest,
I listened intently as she opens her mouth to speak
She told me to remember some of life’s real technique
Later in life I won’t see her since she’s already weak
But the words that she’ll utter will make my life unique.
She said never chase happiness for it will just come to me
Be busy with my own thing; do good to all people I see
Never let negativities of others remove my glee
Because my mind should be set in the goal I foresee.
She looks at my eyes, so deep it reached my spine,
Then she slowly tells me, I must let my real light shine.
Then she insisted that I should learn how to decline
If my life’s own happiness is already in line.
My jaw dropped as I stared for a while,
Her words make sense and it is all worthwhile,
She holds my hand, “I know that you came from a trial”,
“now that it’s over, it is time for you to smile.”