Optimism

Gold endearment rears up
to show its struggling head
Value is a creature of worseness
whose contrasts make our bed 

You and I and I and I
see each other's face
Bother not the clouded sky
with tripe as trope as a grace

Fear begets the leering scar
bounded by regret
Edges make the asphalt tar
the sun cooks beyond its set

Gathering gets gusts to fill
a halfway empty glass
Proving that our eyes yet will
green this yellow grass