The Grand Optimist

I fear I'll die from complications.

Complications due to things that I've left undone.

That all my debts will be left unpaid.

Feel like a cripple without a cane.

I'm like a jack of all trades who's a master of none.

Then there's my father,

He's always looking on the bright side.

Saying things like, "son, life just ain't that hard."

He is the grand optimist, I am the world's poor pessimist.

You'll give him burdens sometimes, and he will escape unscarred.

I guess I take after my mother.

I guess I take after my mother.

But I used to be quite resilient.

Gained no strength from counting the beads on a rosary.

Now, the wound has begun to turn.

Another lesson that has gone unlearned,

But this is not a cry for pity or for sympathy.

I guess I take after my mother.

I guess I take after my mother.

I guess I take after my mother.

I guess I take after my mother.