Advice Poem by Michaelpoetry Ryan

An old man told me long ago that no matter what the world would bring,

I should always remember to be thankful and hopeful. I should always remember to sing.

To sing in my head, to sing in my heart, to sing out loud if I dared.

To let my voice be heard on high. To sing even if no one was there.

An old woman told me a long time ago that to laugh was the secret to life.

To laugh at myself, to laugh at my troubles, to laugh in the face of my worry and strife.

An old book I read said the secret was this - be gentle in all that you do.

Be gentle with yourself, be gentle with others and they will be gentle with you.

An old memory told me that life was no puzzle. It was oh so pure and elemental.

All I need do is love me and love you. Then sing and laugh and be gentle.