Pessimistic Optimist
I usually try to look on the bright side;
to face adversity with a smile;
lately, my optimism has quietly died;
and may remain dead for a while.
I enjoy the sunrise on every dawn;
disappointment rules my night;
I usually try my best to carry on;
while little turns out right.
I am an optimist; when I’m in control;
but control is diminished with age;
now I’ve become a pessimistic soul;
while my life keeps turning a page.
I used to only be aware of the apple;
now, I see the worm, inside;
lately I can feel the world unravel;
as tho all love had died.
Life is now a burdensome competition;
with the world being split apart;
most are divorced from God’s mission;
lacking his love in their heart.
We are the leaves in the Autumn of life;
optimism is our Master’s voice;
when buffeted by evil winds of strife;
pessimism is the devil’s choice.
I know that the truth shall set me free;
I wish I could become a botanist;
still, knowing what God expects of me;
I am a pessimistic optimist.
Monty 1.2.26. # 3,133