I'm rich in wishes,
that don't come true.
At least those are riches,
that I cant lose.
I sing in the sorrows,
in which I walk,
But melodicly singing
is not stumbled talk.
Smiling most always,
enjoying the light.
Not in the darkness,
looking to hide.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/im-the-optimist/
