The Glass

Due to some

earlier technical difficulties,

everyone did not receive many

of the previous blog poems

so I am gradually reposting

those earlier writings

until everything is current.

The glass

The glass . . . half empty

is filled with entitlement

The glass . . . half full

is filled with gratitude

The glass half empty

has the grip

of expectation upon it

The glass half full

is lifted

with reflection in mind

The glass half empty

is a toast

to eventual disappointment

The glass half full

is a toast

to promise towards fulfillment

The glass half . . .

is life ongoing as paradox

The glass . . .

we are all that one glass