An
optimist and pessimist were sitting in the park,
Their
outlooks as divergent as the light is to the dark.
“I
think this will be over soon,” the optimist declared.
The
pessimist just looked at her as if she were impaired.
“Our
lives will never ever be the ones we used to lead,”
The
pessimist asserted, but her buddy disagreed.
“You’ll
see, before you know it, all will be just like before,”
The
optimist responded, a believer to the core.
Their
argument continued, each convinced that she was right,
Not
seeing any grays at all between the black and white.
Yet
time will tell whose thoughts pan out, for now the world’s a mess
And
I don’t see it going back. (My side? Well, take a guess!)
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