Category : Poems

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My high is my low
My life is lived for the high
"This sad song is stuck on repeat"

No pessimist is a man holding a cup that's not empty

No pity is welcome, it would only offend me

Call it pride by mistake

Truth is my mistakes left me humble

I'm not offended by pity as if I am above being pitiful

I'm just not so arrogant to feel that I'm above what I've reaped

The harvest was just as expected from sowing so little seed.

Mad about nothing, I knew I had it coming

"I knew I had tipped my cup over,
no pessimist, as I emptied 
the cup I now notice I'm holding"

Gods grace is sufficient

No optimist, I'm a realist

I looked down and I saw

My cup overflowing