There once was an optimist
Who tripped, fell
Lost his wife
Respectability
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
Respectability
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
