Half-full

Two half-empty glasses

Sitting on the table of life

One says to the other

“Hey how ‘bout that knife?”

She’s a beauty she is

So shiny and sharp

She makes cutting things

Seem like an art."

The other replies

“Sure, she’s nice,

But don’t you know?

Like follows like

So why don’t you

Cozy up here to me

And see the world

How it’s supposed to be”

When two half-glasses are combined

They become whole

Following the course

Of the tidal waves of time

A wanderer melts

In the sun’s burning shine

He finds his oasis

Underneath a thorny vine

And comes to know

How cruelness can be kind

When two half-glasses are combined

They become whole

I found myself one day

Without my sense of self

I went outside to find me

And began to slowly melt

Then a stranger came walking by

And said “Do I know you?”

And amazingly I found

The self I never knew

When two half-glasses are combined

They become whole