Franklin Pierce Adams

(15 November 1881 – 23 March 1960 / Chicago, Illinois)

Thoughts On The Cosmos - Poem by Franklin Pierce Adams

I

I do not hold with him who thinks
The world is jonahed by a jinx;
That everything is sad and sour,
And life a withered hothouse flower.

II

I hate the Polyanna pest
Who says that All Is for the Best,
And hold in high, unhidden scorn
Who sees the Rose, nor feels the Thorn.

III

I do not like extremists who
Are like the pair in (I) and (II);
But how I hate the wabbly gink,
Like me, who knows not what to think!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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