Is my glass half empty
Or, is it half full...?
Either way
I don’t mind
Its okay
Don’t hanker after
The half that’s empty
At the expense of
The half that’s full
Accept the half that’s full
Could that be the present....?
If so, be grateful
Forget the half that’s empty
Is that the past...?
If so, it wasn’t meant to last
You may feel
That a glass half full
Means a life unfulfilled
Just face the truth
And don’t let time
Precious time
Pass you by
While you ponder
On the matter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem