He can smile and he can laugh
But inside he falls apart
He can hide the fact he's hurting
Diguise the sadness in his heart
He can dance through a day in song
He can lay through a night in tears
He can pretend to enjoy these days
But in fact hate to endure these years
He is ill but in good spirit
He is dying but yet he lives
He is trying to let go of madness
But in fact it just won't give
Stay positive they tell him
And positive he lives
Positive, the word that haunts him
A positive man he is
He has AIDS and he is scared
But his eyes appear so strong
He doesn't know how long he'll live
But he fears it won't be long
Absolutely accurate. I couldn't have said it any better myself. The daily routine of masking the fear and challenges of being HIV positive is not easily handled yet a great deal of us manage to do it. In this day and age with the advanced research and treatments to sustain life it's no longer an immediate death sentence, nor is a diagnosis of being positive automatically the conclusion to our life; like anyone else we don't know how GOD will end out lives. Yet people still seem to allow it to rob them of celebrating every day we're blessed to see as the true value it is by giving HIV a great deal of thought. I love your honesty and realness element to this piece of excellent work!
Every day we witness is a blessing, desipite the outcome!
Bmosley