I met a pessimist walker in Optimist Park, She walked with a walker and a co-walker Swaying on either side, not in her mark. Crippled, stressed, depressed, a fatuous talker. Troubled by blood sucking winged insects. 'mosi-ki-toss' many, many, 'mosi-ki-toss' Shouted she in her Serbian accents, Waving her palm to drive away foes & woes.
Immigrants of different nations & cultures, Come in search of shades of optimism, Culminating in the Old Testament adage, 'HE hath made all things good in their times' Indulging in the mirage of meliorism, Things are bad but can be of better advantage.
