The Enthusiast
there once was a man whose early life was drastic,
they even say his heart was made of plastic,
yet through it all the man was enthusiastic,
the bad times he forgot; the good times he would list,
to all of those who knew him, he was an enthusiast.
It didn't matter if it was raining or volcanoes erupted in his yard,
it didn't matter if people starved to death, because life is so hard,
he didn't pay too much attention, after all ignorance is bliss,
the bad times he forgot; the good times he would list,
he was smiling all the time, the enthusiast.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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