Concentrate on little things

I like the people around me.

I like the joy, and this way joy comes back to me.

I like friendship, and this way my life is blessed,

And my days are full of smiles.

I don’t have to possess a thing to enjoy it all.

There is so much to gain

If I concentrate on little things,

And on  ordinary little people.

There are so many surprises

And so many wonders to be discovered.

In all things there is a memory of lost joy.

Being able to see this is the art of living.

I know, for sure, that it is impossible

If heaven has not come to me first.

Heaven must start on earth wherever people are friends

And where kindness is passed on with joy,

Form hand to hand.

But, of course, every sky has its clouds.

I am not always in the best of moods

And friendships becomes like dried prunes.

Still, that is not a problem to feel sad about.

Life is a compulsive adventure, with God and people,

In a world of give and take.

I want to be neither a hero nor a martyr.

But a funny little man, who gathers the forgotten flowers

And laughs at the big people of this world

Who sit on power and riches.

I like the people around me.

I like the joy, and this way my life is blessed,

and my days are full of smiles.