Pessimistic Ways - Poem by Richard Steinmueller
Sometimes there are no words to write,
No release for what’s inside.
A mental block we’ve tucked away,
In the bookcases of our mind.
Yet in our dreams we will live,
What we wish to be each day.
Because these days our realities
Are filled with disarray.
And bearing pessimistic ways,
We strive to meet our goals.
Setting all our standards,
Just to fail and simply fold.
So count your blessings on this next night’s dream,
You can turn it all around.
Imagine success instead of loathing this mess,
Until it all comes tumbling down.
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