The pessimist's a cheerless man; To him the world's a place Of anxious thoughts and clouds and gloom; Smiles visit not his face. Though brightest sunshine floods the earth, And flowers are all ablow, He spreads depression where he can By dismal tales of woe. The pessimist's a hopeless man, He's full of doubt and fear; No radiant visions come to him Of glad days drawing near. The pessimist's a joyless man, He finds no sweet delight In making this a happier world, In fighting for the right. He views the future with alarm, He sees no light ahead; Most wretched of all men is he, Because his hope is dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |