Glass Half-Full

Filling the glass is a lesson in futility.

I pour from the bottle, I drink from the glass,

and neither stays very full or very empty for long.

Yet I continue to fill the glass and drain it.

Fill the glass and drain it.

Fill the glass and drain it.

Neither stays very full

or very empty for long.

I fill the glass and drain it.

I sit and am still.

Except for the steady

drain and fill.

Drain and fill.

A lesson in futility.

I watch a wall,

the paint bubbles.

I pour from the bottle,

I drink from the glass.

I drain the glass and fill it.

Even though it never stays

very full or very empty

for long.

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