adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Occasional Fortune

I might be quite disappointed,
were I not a pessimist born,
by how things will often turn out--
I'd hang my poor head and I'd mourn.
But, ever expecting the worst,
I'll readily raise a glass
in toast to occasional fortune,
good luck and the smile of a lass!

They've told me the sky may be falling
and shown me a piece of it too.
Disaster must follow disaster,
there's not a darn* thing we can do!
But I've not been hit by one yet
and know all these things too will pass,
so, here's to occasional fortune,
good luck and the smile of a lass!

My attitude may seem unhealthy,
yet it helps to keep me alive;
how could a poor optimist ever
have hope dashed each day and still thrive?
Oh, life does go on, after all;
I'll smile for you, I'm not an ass,
and toast to occasional fortune,
good luck and the smile of a lass!

Stephen Brooke ©2011

* might use a stronger word there...

I ran this one off quite rapidly this morning. Inspiration striking and all that. It may be only a poem or it may be a song of a more folky persuasion. The feel is intended to be Irish and there are obvious influences from 'The Parting Glass.' 3/4 time here.

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