Away With Worry: Dim-Witted Pessimist
Angela Black’s poem paints a gloomy picture for the pessimist.
Wrong platform, wrong train
Wrong town, try again
Isn't this my cruel fate
Whatever I do I'm just too late.
And if everything seems to be going my way
t's just to tantalise, and not to stay
When I got home the news had said
I'd lost the job, it had gone to Fred
If ever I apply for advancement again
I'll find my car, not take the train
Where's the umbrella, I've lost it again
And now of course it's sure to rain
I've lost my car, I've lost my wife
All the time it's struggle and strife
In the end I'll lose my life
On my tombstone they will write
"He lost his wife and he lost his life''.
