I used to be a cynic
I saw the glass half empty
The good things in the world were just
Some carrots used to tempt me

And then one morning I woke up
And put my pen to paper
The poem I wrote made all that stuff
Just vanish into vapor

A light bulb lit inside my head
And I made up my mind
To watch the world in hopes to find
The path to being kind

The search to find new subjects
For the poems that you all see
Caused me to be reminded
Of the goodness that’s in me

Jeff Burkhart’s Rhyme & Reason

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