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Cheerful pessimism long has been my brand
Wherefore art thou cheerful? Down’s gotten out of hand.
Glory of sun rising in delightful way
Brings glimmer of a smile but then return to gray

Weather most delicious that once brought me up
Now moves me barely from life down in the dumps
Morass of existence I cannot leave behind
Ugliness is clear but to beauty I am blind

Mask that I present to strangers in my life
Is face that seems content to muddle through this strife
Like old Jacob Marley with his fettered chains
From dark desperation freedom I can’t gain

Smiling happy faces with whom I interact
Seem to live in sunshine while I slowly fade to black
I know that there’s great beauty in life all around
Wish it would uplift me and on it could expound