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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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? ...... i canunderstand your anger but beautifully wovenwith words... so good write.. read mine hope against hope, , , , , , comment too