A poem: The future.

The optimists the pessimists and everyone in between,

They all hope for a future,

The hope to make it gleam,

And if those bright light cease to sparkle,

Then the optimists will make the best of the situation,

And the pessimist will say "Why me?"

Because I hope for the shimmer and the shine of a bigger place,

I hope for the bright lights and the angelic cat-fights,

If you shuold doubt hope far I'm willing to go,

To the other side of the pond is the place I shall go,

So the optimists the pessimists and everyone in between,

I hope they will be cheering,

Cos' the future,

The place where a girl can dream,

The future my friend,

Well it's going to gleam.