" I am fine" were the words of a man who lived down my memory lane.
His voice would bellow through the ruffling air, and I could recall the day.

He would always say "All is well" and would volunteer to assist.
And whenever he is asked, " Do you need some help?"
He'd say " No, it's no hard feat".

Many a time he cried alone and let a heavy sigh,
but always wore a wide smile when he...