The Way He Saw

He was the most pessimistic of optimists,

maintaining the glass half full

but the wine insipid and tasteless.

He had once embraced an Autumn day

yet thought the leaves not red–

and breathed yellow dust

which itched his eyes

and made him sneeze.

The things he most believed

he looked upon with questioning glance–

afraid that they might fail him, though

he held them firm within his heart.

And one day, unknowing how,

he found himself become

the most optimistic of pessimists.


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