I’m that glass argued about,
And what’s within or without.
My contents seem to cause a stir,
With every single him and her.
Do I appear as half empty,
Only half my contents you see?
Or am I half full of contents,
Only half of it has been spent?
If it’s empty that you witness,
Then pessimism you possess.
Through a dark prism do you see,
And you lack positivity.
But if half full you ascertain,
Then optimism you’ve obtained.
You must live with a constant smile,
Living and laughing all the while.
Yet I say that neither is true,
And that nothing is at issue.
No view of the contents I had,
Prove neither thoughts of good nor bad.
Instead if fullness you don’t see,
Why not take the time to fill me?
Half full or empty – neither is worse,
Just drink enough to fill your thirst.