A Glass
Does it begin half-empty?
No – entirely empty,
Yet easily made full –
That is, until a pair
Of lips sips down
Their fill of cool water.
Now the glass is halved.
Half-full. Half-empty.
Two factions rebelling
Within one army, rivaling.
It is not fullness that rules:
‘tis the mouth and how full-
-ly satisfied the lips are left.
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