How are you? sup? howzitgoin'? life treatin' you well? . . .

Some people ask me how I am,
And sometimes I really don't know.
But mostly I just nod and smile.
My feelings? I don’t think they’ll show.
I think of you; I think of them;
I’m thinking of him and of her.
In this wide world of hurt and pain,
My feelings are all a blur.

So ask me how I am; that’s nice.
But don’t ask for a reply
Thinking of me feels too empty
It’s others making me cry.

A pat on the back and a look in the eye,
A warm cup of tea when it counts;
Give me a hug and you may never know,
To how very much it amounts.
So next time you ask me, “Wusup, how ya doin?’
Or even “How do you fair?”
Though I can’t really tell with clarified thought,
I know that you know and you care.