The Glass Poem by Jade Blaydes
The Glass
I sat myself down
Where there was no sound
But the thoughts I have
Looking at a glass that's half
Is it half full or half empty
Add more or drink? Don't tempt me
It doesn't matter how much remains
All that counts is what it contains
A flavorful drink you can't spit out
Or a bittersweet beverage in which you doubt
It it worth putting to an end
Sip and see my good old friend
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