Dandelions

I hear folk say their lives are hard,

Too hard to face some days.
They say they have no cause to smile,
Much less to lift a praise.
 
They say it’s easier for me,
“I have no woes to bear”,
They seem to think, because I smile,
I live without a care.
 
But I am like those yellow blooms
That spring up every place,
Though they took root within the rocks,
They show a cheery face.  
 
They struggle in the barren soil,
The dry and rocky land,
Yet still their joyful, yellow blooms
Are ever near at hand.
 
So I say find a way to smile
At times when you’d have cried.
I’m more inclined to sympathy
If I know that you’ve tried.