Sometimes I wish,
I wasn't so observant to the obvious.
Unlike many I can not pretend...
Something in my face is invisible.
And if I mention to others what I see,
They become offended.
As if what I have stated is a negativity.
'Why do you always look at the dark side of things? '
Well...
Increasingly what I see,
Blocks out the natural light.
'That's because your cup is half empty.'
Who do I thank for that?
Since most of those half full cup holders,
Like yourself...
Have yet to notice what has spilled over onto the streets.
And if that's not an acceptance of negativity...
A clarity defining it will never exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem