“Anyone can be an optimist!”
she says with joy in her eyes
and willingness in her heart,
an undying proselyte excited to take me with her
on the road to positivity.

I hear her words and see the spin.
“Anyone can be an optimist,” she’ll soon be wondering,
“why can’t you? What’s so wrong with you?”
I’ve wondered that all along.

“Yes, indeed.” I said, “Optimism ahoy.”
“I knew you’d get into the spirit of it!”
She took my hand and held it close.
“Absolutely,” I frowned slightly. “Only moreso.”