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A slanted view of whether the cup is half full or half empty in regards to our spirit. |
| Laugh and learn the language of my heart Hold and know the wisdom in my soul My cup is not full A chalice stands its gold rim shining brightly promising... but it is only half full Sometimes it is the wine of humanity Sometimes the nectar of solace Sometimes the ale of anguish Sometimes bare water Always half-full with a lifetime of experience poised at the rim awaiting to overflow Living is like the chalice: all that you are is poured in Sometimes it is your own Sometimes a drink of another Sometimes strong or weak but always half-full. |