Font Color=darkvioletoptimism Poem by Jane Meyer

Optimism
I hate that dreaded word.
What’s the point in saying it,
if it’s never truly heard?

Do you really think there’s a person,
who looks at the bright side of everything?
Who always wears a smile?
Who can find the good in anything?

I don’t think there is.
There are some that might be close,
but they’re pessimistic at times,
they just don’t have an over dose.

But what is optimism?
From all that I know,
it’s always acting happy,
even when you’re feeling low.

What’s the point in that?
I thought you weren’t supposed to lie,
and if my life really is bad,
why shouldn’t it be pessimism I go by?