all is well

everything is fine,
he says
when you ask him
how things
are going.
all is well, he smiles.
no complaints.
my life is a bed
or roses.
a bowl of cherries,
I'm on cloud nine,
making lemonade
out of lemons.
my world couldn't be
better if I tried,
he says and begins
to whistle a tune.
this is when you
tell him that you're
sorry and when
he's ready, you'll
listen and let him
lean upon
your shoulder.