The Optimist

by Jem Croucher

It’s the last day of the month
so these lines they should reflect
something of what’s taken place
and I can recollect

Of things we’ve done and visited
of how the weather’s been
of how we’ve coped and managed
of what we’ve felt and seen

But actually instead I feel
like I’m inclined to view
the promise of a month ahead
and something bright and new

Not that the month that ends today
has been one to forget
Far from it, it’s been wonderful
so no need there to fret

It’s just that promise beckons
and the optimist in me
doesn’t dwell upon the past
but treasure yet to be

©Jemverse

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