The Pessimist And The Optimist
Along by the road, two man came by;
One brought a grimace,
The other one a smile.
They met at the edge of the lake,
And both sat in the rock that lifeless laid.
The tall man of the two raised his head,
And with a smile asked the other man:
“What is it that brings such a grimace on your face? ”
The short, middle-aged gave a weak smile,
And gave an answer to the so kind gentleman:
“ Can you not see that this rock is lifeless?
Can you not see that the river will be dead one day?
Can you not see that someone will come in a future,
Enter my house and take everything I have left?
Can you not see, can you not see? ”
So the smiling man said: “ But my dear friend,
Can you not see the fish swimming happily?
Can you not see the green grass covering our feet?
So the next morning came,
And the two man found themselves in the same store.
The tall man raised his head and with a beam said:
“ My dear friend, what has come upon you now? ”
The short, middle-aged looked up and said:
“ Can you not see at the speed the time goes by?
Can you not see that the prices go up?
Can you not see that we will die in almost no time? ”
So the felicitous man said: “ But my dear friend,
Can you not see the joy of learning new things?
Can you not see happy families
Buying pretty clothing without thinking of the word ‘will’? ”
The years passed by with the course of time,
And when the two man reached their fifties,
They met once more.
The tall man with a smile said:
“ So my friend, what excuse do you have now? ”
The short one looking sadder than ever said:
“ I have two months left of living,
Written by my doctor it was.
Do you have a smile to show me now that I shall die? ”
The tall man with wide eyes said:
“ I have told you too many times to live,
But you decided to die,
And now that you are dying,
You suddenly want your life back? ”
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