optimist

* As the darkness visits I sing, as they used to say, at the top of my lungs:

When the skies are a bright canary yellow

I forget every cloud I've every seen

So they call me a cockeyed optimist

Immature and incurably green.

I have heard people rant and rave and bellow

That we're done and we might as well be dead,

But I'm only a cockeyed optimist

And I can't get it into my head.

I hear the human race is falling on its face

And hasn't very far to go,

But every whippoorwill

Is selling me a bill,

And telling me it just ain't so.

I could say life is just a bowl of Jello

And appear more intelligent and smart,

But I'm stuck like a dope

With a thing called hope,

And I can't get it out of my heart!

Not this heart...

Thx R & H