Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The Optimist

Too satisfied to be a success
Never number one
But always my best
Having a good run

Many are critical
Reactions all tough
My response is tempered
Not good is often good enough

Call me optimist, naïve, or fool
Eternally immature
Better than a negative, pessimistic tool
I rest true to my nature

To the death house I’ll go
With no regrets or rue
For one thing I know
You can’t take it with you

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