It's kind of like the poem right before this but with a more positve ending. I hope you like it:).
“You can’t escape the past and happiness never lasts,” said the stranger sitting
Next to me on the bench- and he meant it.
“You might as well give up on life because if I had a dime for every time
I’ve heard someone say ‘I want to die’ well, I’d be the richest man alive.”
I thought “This is terrible advice” but I was taught that it’s better to be kind than
To be right (That’s a lie). But this stranger doesn’t know what I
Learned a while ago. He doesn’t know how to leave behind the past;
I guess he was never taught anything like that.
But I know how to leave it all without needing to look back,
And just be grateful for everything I have.
I know that there’s not much worth staying sad,
And not to let the good be covered by the bad.
I look into the eyes of the stranger sitting next to me,
And I see in him some of the person I used to be
Before I learned everything I know now (he looks so broken and weak).
I knew all he needed was something to grab onto; a little piece of hope that I could offer
On a silver tray, as if serving tea.
But right before I opened my mouth, I looked once more into his eyes to find
That the pain that had been haunting him for so long was gone.
Without saying anything, I’d given him the secret to a happy life.
People say problems won’t go away over night,
But I never have thought that they are right.
There was nothing to say then,
To this stranger that I’ll never forget
So I just smiled- and he knew I meant it.
