The Pessimist Man
A pessimist man I have one in my clan.
The sun could shine bright till night and he still says I smell rain.
A child is born healthy and he just says another mouth to feed.
Flowers come for him, they make me sneeze throw them away he says rudely.
Smiles never visit his face, no kind words have ever escaped his lips.
He is a hopeless cause always filled with woe.
He is already dead just waiting for someone to dig his hole.