The Grand Optimist

I fear I'm dying of complications

Complications due to things that

I've left undone

That all my debts will be left unpaid

Feel like a crippled without a cane

I'm like a jack of all trades

Who's a master of none

Then there's my father

He's always looking on the bright side

Saying things like "son life just ain't that hard"

He is the grand optimist

I am the world's poor pessimist

You give him burndonsome times

And he will escape unscarred

I guess I take after my mother

I used to be quite resilient

Gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary

Now the wound has begun to turn

Another lesson that has gone unlearned

But this is not a cry for pitty or for sympathy

I guess I take after my mother