The glass is half full
because I’ve filled it.
There is room for you.
Fill it
or drink the freshwater.
I know how to pour
into my own glass heart.
I’ll dust the melancholy off my heart,
pull back the curtains of gloom
to see the sun of joy is shining;
open the windows of discontent
welcoming the breeze of gratitude
and fill my glass half full
or more.
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