Candide was good-natured, youthful, and naďve.
Albeit, without opinions: a thought he couldn’t conceive.
What he believed in was what Pangloss said,
“All is for the best in the world that we tread.
Stones were made for building just as well as wood.
Thus we build houses in our neighborhood.
Fauna has a purpose, a purpose very grand.
So we can feed on it in our motherland…”
Candide seized all Pangloss’ words for his assiduity
And believed them more and more for his gullibility.
Life was comprehensive, wonderful, and blessed.
For in the world he lived, all was for the best.
But then something came to pass: a sudden turning point.
Poverty, loss, disease, and gloom all came into joint.
Candide was astounded on about what happened.
“Is this all for the best?” restlessly he pondered.
“Yes, and I will tell you why. Listen carefully, my son.
Everything has a purposeful reason since the world begun.
If a person falls overboard or is to be killed,
It is his function, his destiny fulfilled.”
Hence, once again, our friend accepted
That all is for the best expected.
But once he came across dejection,
He could not help but hold objection.
But Pangloss never ceased repeating,
(Although he no longer was believing)
“All is for the best in our native land.
Everything has a start and an end.”
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Submission Name: All is for the best
