It is very easy to consider what is wrong.
Why if I had a voice, I would burst in song.
Try optimism when the sky grows dark.
It is not as easy as a walk in the park.
Feeling sorry for one’s self is so seductive.
It robs you of all hope which is so destructive.
Instead, think of all the good people in your life.
Avoid behaviors that lead to nothing but strife.
Don’t forget others and what you mean to them.
In geological terms, you are a precious gem.
I'll add one more line and then I’m through.
Don't allow pessimism and negativity to rule you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem