Attitude
The facts of life, that come and go
A cup half full, if that is you
Empty too, might be your kind
Of life and fate, one's state of mind
Like when the snow comes falling down
Some trees stand strong, so bold and white
Some trees will bend beneath the load
Breaking limbs, inviting blight
Fate may come with attitude
Standing strong, or giving up
I'd rather have a half-filled cup
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