CYNICISM

a cynic will smell flowers
and then look around for coffins
the shield around their heart
is made out of iron that never softens

the bluebirds that bring joy
are only seen as flocks of vultures
the lucky charms for some
are superstitions in their cultures

the glass that seems half full
has spilled the milk of human kindness
the forest hides the trees
and they thrash wildly in their blindness

those lovely shooting stars
become cruel comets to destroy them
there's cackles in each laugh
so they are warned not to enjoy them

the hand thrust out in greeting
holds a knife meant to devour
the fruit inside is sweet
but they won't peel the rind that's sour

they won't suspend their disbelief
to see the hidden magic
and so they lose their childlike charm
and what could be more tragic ?

so when you smell a flower
and i hope you do quite often
please think of nature's wondrous joy
and not of some damn coffin