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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem