Glass Half Full
As I finish my wine I looked
at the glass, pondering
why most of us pass.
Life and the journey, always
on GO, no time for seizing
the present with glow.
Chances of greatness vanish
from grasp.
Too late to catch them,
for its gone to fast.
Round and round
our lives keep us bounded,
to routine tasks leaving
us grounded.
Grounded is good, it's safe
and its calm.
But when do you reach out
for that great song.
A song that makes you feel
so alive.
A chance you didn't take
by zooming right by.
Glasses that are empty
can be filled again.
You may wake up each morning
and start to heart win.
Win the lottery instead pays
your soul.
The money is happiness
that once was stole.
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