Poem: That Cup We Talk About
No wonder we are all screwed up—Insisting life’s a half-filled cup.Half-filled, half-empty, it’s the same,But that’s not how we play the game.We say half-filled is better, yetIt’s still half-empty on a bet.The connotation is, of course,One side is smooth, the other coarse,One side is bright, the other dim,One side is







