Vera Sidhwa

Glass - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Glass

The glass was empty.
The glass was full.
I depended on it's fullness
But could never figure out how full.

My day was empty.
My day was full.
I managed the day
As best as I could.

Many days went by
When all were empty.
All I had so far was
Totally gone.

I had days that were a plenty.
And I could count till a million.
When my mind was replete with thoughts
About what I would write about a trillion.

Topic(s) of this poem: pleasant forty

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 5, 2015

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