Irony

The sunny mornings are given to the cynics,
the clouds to the optimists,
half and half to the realists,
and dew to the dead.

Bright flowers are given to the cynics,
the blight to the optimists,
half and half to the realists,
and potatoes to the dead.

A guitar's sing is given to the cynics,
sharp discord to the optimists,
half and half to the realists,
and a symphony to the dead.

We all have r e a s o n s for who we a r e.