The world is a rollarcoaster for ups, and downs.
One minute can be the best of one’s life,
The next minute they want to die.
Each day, a wandering stranger shows up.
They tend to the needy,
Help the depressed,
Listen to the anger,
Become a punching bag of another’s emotions.


This stranger does all they can to make the best out of a worst situation.
Make them smile.
Laugh.
Live.
Make them feel loved.
Wanted.
Appriciated.
All for a simple smile.


Even the happiest of people can be down,
Usually being the worst.
However, they are just a stranger.
They wish to stay that way.
Pass by, help, and continue on.
No one to follow their path.
No one to help them.


Passing by, they take on the burdens.
They make sure you have nothing left to be gloom.
In the end, that’s all they want.
And in the end, they wish to go, as they lived.
Staring at the night sky,
Vanishing into the darkness,
Alone.