Notes About The Poem

Date written: 03/29/2021
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The Pessimist
to him
there's no s u n
in the sky;
c l o u d s
above him
gray...
day to day,
season to season
to the whole world
alabaster white
to him,
hope is
a mere illusion,
a boat
with all of life
aboard,
s u b m e r g i n g
in the sea,
but...
to the rest
of us
it's a boat
afloat
smooth-sailing
o v e r
the rising tides.
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