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.
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