Eternal Sunshine

Twin brothers. One a pessimist, his life’s outlook sour,

And one an optimist. It’s true! Was gladder by the hour.

A fam’ly blessed with healthy sons, one Jonny, one named Joe,

They grew together in the light that fam’ly love can show.

But Jonny, eldest of the twins, a confirmed cynic, he,

Saw ‘life’ in only adverse terms, the worst that they could be.

Now Joe was different. Joe could see the best that life could give,

A ‘glass-half-full’ old chap was he, and happy just to live.

Before I go much further, tell me, which would you prefer?

The optimist or the pessimist? (I’ll probably concur!)

Now on their birthday (ten years hence), their father had prepared

A test for his beloved boys. Their feedback, he’d compare.

For Jon, he wrapped up carefully the best toys he could find,

For Joe, a box of smelly dung with golden cords entwined.

Now when they opened up their gifts, poor Jonny sat and sighed,

“They’ll all be broken in a week!” he, to his fam’ly, cried.

But Joe, he looked inside his box, then started for the door,

His father started after him. “Joe, where’re you headed for?”

Joe laughed as he donned hat and coat and headed for the yard,

“You have to know, dear Dad,” he said. “It really isn’t hard.”

“When I unwrapped that box of ‘poo’, I knew some mastermind

Had left my gift outside and soon, a pony, I will find!”

Which would you choose, the pessimist? The one who’s always sad?

Or would you choose the optimist? Who’s never-ending glad?

Now this is just a silly story, meant to entertain,

And now you’ve had your giggle, but the question still remains . . .

Mondays to get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we three besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thought--perhaps a grin?
So Jenny and Delores, we,
Have posted poems for you to see.
And now you've seen what we have brought . . .
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Next week from our happy homes,
We'll celebrate the Garden Gnome!