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Wind Damage - June 29 2007

The pessimist in me has had his say,
Complains and moans and groans 'til all around
About me friends have left, yet I must stay;
The wind has left a mess strewn on the ground.
The optimist I wish I knew, good chap ~
Expects the leaves and branches will just rot.
It takes a while for limbs to lose their sap,
To change from mess to vanish I think not.
The Realist I also find in me
Adjusts his thoughts and makes a game of it;
The sails have wrought this ship of destiny
And I shall clean the vessel bit by bit.
    I take the ax, the rake, the saw, and start;
    What comes to pass is sure to please the heart.

John B. Moss
© 07/28/2007

Thanks to William Arthur Ward,
College administrator, writer (1921-1994)

  "The pessimist complains about the wind;
  the optimist expects it to change;
  the realist adjusts the sails."

Sonnet ~ Elizabethan


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