I have grown tired of dullness,
of pessimism masquerading as experience,
of drawn-out winter nights.
All that is bright will be my new endeavour.
With skimmed eyes to look afresh
at what I, tutored in boredom,
fatalism and cynicism, ignored.
I will become childlike.
The streets I walked down in
a monochrome haze, will sparkle
with the freshness of a new water colour wash.
The morning sun, I used to
sleep through, will be my early
I will greet postmen and road sweepers with a smile.
My hands once plunged
deep into my coat pockets
will, in future, warmly grasp my neighbours’.
I will cancel my subscription to world weary publications.
From today foreswearing all despondency
I will tear off my dull clothes of uniformity
And wear glad rags of optimism and innocence.