Optimist meets Pessimist

Another poem from the archives. Which one are you?

Pessimist was waiting,
Bored as could be;
Sat alone,
on his own,
With no one but he.

Optimist was working,
Filling her time;
Serving drinks,
making links,
Doing just fine.

By per chance,
Optimist saw pessimist:
Love was begun,
And Pessimist was optimist.

And so from then on,
Magic was made;
Optimist made love,
and Pessimist got
laid.

Though they were opposites,
They part of the same;
Thus bore a baby,
and Realist was his name.

And so Pessimist’s view
is that the birth was a fix;
Whilst Optimist argues
it was God’s little tricks.

But as for Realist, now he just sees
That he’s simply the conclusion
of the two
polarities.