Try

Are you happy? he asks.
Maybe not happy, but blessed.
Well, what do you think? he wonders.
What do you think?
I try not to think, he says.
(I know he isn't serious.)
What do you know that you think
I should know? he queries,
As if I am really very wise.
I don't know, I say. And mean it.
What do you think about the future?
Mine, that is, he clarifies.
It looks promising, I say,
But thinking to myself of years ahead
Without this friend beside
To contemplate the questions.
Try not to worry, his advice.
Try to be happy.
Try.