Hello again. Another discovery from an old Moleskine, for anyone who’s ever striven. Strived. Strivened.
The Optimistic Magnet
“I shouldn’t be so positive,”
The little magnet said
As he summoned all his strength
And inched another, tortured step.
He was wincing at the effort,
Pushing forward with the strain,
Leaning forward at an angle
Like he faced a hurricane.
“It’s so easy to be drawn
Towards the negatives in life,”
Said the magnet with a grimace,
Squinting grimly in the night.
“But I think that I can make it,”
Said the magnet, through his teeth.
Focussed solely on the positive
He slowly drags his feet.