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The Man in the Rosy Glasses

I look at the world through rosy glasses It helps me tolerate the asses And as each new day passes I am happy to be here The glass I see is half-way full I think diversity is kind’a cool Mix up genes in the human pool And let prejudices disappear I like staying optimistic Even if it’s not always so realistic Being otherwise just makes me sick I hope my meaning is quite clear So, if you must wear a frown And see the glass as half-way down I don’t want you come’n round Unless you’re wanting to be cheered The pessimists are down the hall The realists don’t exist at all The fatalists wait for the call They all think I’m kind’a ***** But, I am happy to be me You get exactly what you see This, I hope, I’ll always be For another 50 years

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 3/29/2014 1:25:00 PM
Dear Joe, There's nothing wrong with being a "cockeyed optimistic," (from the play "South Pacific)." Let the pessimists stay down the hall. You're right where you belong. Started laughing at the first two lines and continued all the way through. Thanks for sharing this fun poem! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 3/28/2014 9:23:00 PM
This is cool, Joe. I always considered myself an optimistic pessimist. My dad had major problems and living in Washington with all that rain, I remember feeling sad as a child, but as I got older and events changed in my life, i became very happy. Now with old age on me, I am kind of in and out. hahaha. Hope I can stay happy!!
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