Smile, smile and smile some more

I operate in the mid of chaos....I know each one of my fellow mates hate their jobs...I know all of them are on the way out....I have argued it out with the big bosses but they don't seem to listen...they are too psychic to understand...there is no hope....but i cannot afford to look gloomy and spread the despair..the least I can do is smile...if to no one else, it makes me feel better...it heals me....i smile and try to connect to the other person trying to tell him that I am there for him...i look into his soul and leave in him for the blur of a moment a fading impression of the cheerfulness of a sun...the brightness of a rose the message that "no matter what it means, i am aware of his troubles and I empathise with him"... He returns the smile and walks away leaving in me a hope that he does not hold me responsible for the chaos around him...a hope that he knows that I tried enough to move the rock but failed...his smile gives me the strength to try yet again...his smile pleads to me that i cannot give up...