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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Devonshire Avatar
March 29, 2014 at 1:25 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
Dietrich Avatar
March 28, 2014 at 9:23 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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