My Optimism
(such as it is)
is conditional on things working out
for the best, a rose-colored
retrospect
always supposing that things
work out. Very often, they don't.
I suspected as much. I've always been
far too suspicious a man to be
called an Optimist,
except
by people who hear me remarking
on what's coming up, with an eye
to each best-laid plan.
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