I often ponder...
I often ponder why everyone one is constantly in a depressed mood?
Are they struggling in some way, are they pleagued with a poor attitude?
I also wonder why us as a people are so critical,
Must we always point out the faults of others to show how much more we know or to show to them how pitiful?
In the case of poor Orante, whose sonnet was excellent,
Others did not think highly of it.
Yet Orante "maintain[ed] [that his] sonnet was very good," to no end,
Failing to fall into the trap Alceste had laid Orante to fall in.
He is one of the brighter cases I've seen,
And I hope that others catch on to his upbeat and exultant scheme.












