The Glass Half FullEach of us is a vessel,
Upwelling with life and with joy.
In childhood you see this bubblingness,
So delightful in each girl and boy.
Somewhere someone noticed,
Philosopher type, I would guess,
That some of us see a glass half full,
And some of us see it as less.
We've noticed that life can be short, sometimes,
We're hurt if it happens to be,
But it's only the vessel that comes up short,
The life is unending, you see.
We slake our thirst from a fountain,
That flows for all of our days,
And none of us ever is half filled up,
Our cup runneth over always.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . June 30, 2010
When I was Anoreth’s age, I was planning to become IRS Commissioner and have an apartment in the Watergate and several cats. I’ve got the cats!
Speaking of lawyers, the paralegal isn’t responding to my emails about the accident settlement. After I get the people off to swim practice, I’ll phone her. It’s raining a little but I haven’t heard thunder.
I had a new tagline planned, but I forgot it.