The Demise of the Optimist
I arose to a light each day
No fret nor fear
Light was my heart each day
No burden of tomorrow
Swift was the awakening
And thus came the end
For the warm and friendly optimist
Maybe it was dust was buried
Or the earth that swallowed
The oh so promising optimist
Cries went unheard
Of a life endangered
By the swallowing ignorance
And the engulfing endeavors
Lasting only so long
...
Saturday 8th November 2014 6:37 pm
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