The Optimist’s Trial. A poem.

There once was an optimist
Who tripped, fell
Lost his wife
His whole life
For some reason lost his optimism as well

He picked himself up
Dusted himself off
Set about finding a new life
But it wasn’t easy
So much was tied up
In his head and heart
It wasn’t easy to forget the strife

Three years later
And the optimist returned
In drabs and dribs
A piece at a time
A patchwork quilt
Of emotion and anxiety

There once was an optimist
Who got up, looked around
For a wife
And a life
Dim as a broken bulb
But no longer in strife
He searched far and wide
But no luck so far

I guess that’s just me

And maybe always will be

Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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