The Glass
It’s said to be a metaphor
for how you see the world
how is your life?- full of joy?
or is it full of sorrow?
A simple glass,
half full
or half empty
determines who you are.
If you treat it as a simile
your life (or are we talking me?)
is like that simple glass there
and beverage floating free.
Is it full of sorrow?
Are you consumed with pain?
Is there no tomorrow?
Or are you right as rain?
Now me, I love the sunshine
and all the simple things
My life is generally happiness
and the kiss of butterfly wings.
Some days though I start to realize
there is both pleasure and pain
it’s not a glass, half full or empty
but just two side of one thin coin
their differences rarely plain.
As I stare into this empty glass
what I really need to know is
while you’ve kept me talking here
who’s been drinking my damned beer?
