My job is to seek out
Silver linings
To his numerous clouds
To remind him
That there is still wine
In his half empty glass
His job is to make sure
This fool doesn’t rush in
He plants my feet
Firmly on the ground
Points out the pot holes
I refuse to see
Me the Pollyanna optimist
Him the staunch pessimist
Smoothly in tandem
The perfect whole
Equal in a value
That cannot be defined
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