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Times are straitened, My pocket is tight And a glass of brandy Is hard to bargain As speculators have poured in Shouting ‘buy’, ‘buy’, ‘buy’. Since the signal is out The hoarders have barged in And have emptied the market Of all the brandy, including The liquors that brandished Even a semblance of flavor Reminding the hordes of this brand. Following the run on the brandy Its prices have rocketed sky-high But still the lover of this brand I am, I emptied my purse To offer myself a bottle of brandy. Sipping the liquor in a glass And immersed in happiness I sat reinstated to my senses And to the art of philosophizing Wondering whether the glass I held in my hand Was half-full or half-empty. Misfit to this art But tied to reality I sat there contently, gazing through My half-filled glass With intent and pride Knowing that I didn’t have to complain About things I can’t change.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 2/2/2018 4:03:00 AM
Some wise people say that embracing situations you can't change is courage. Thank you so much for sharing this literary gem! ;)
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Date: 11/11/2017 4:58:00 AM
Great piece
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Date: 11/1/2017 12:18:00 PM
Optimistic insights. Well done!
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Date: 11/1/2017 11:20:00 AM
I suspect you didn't write this as a humorous piece but I found great joy in reading it. Thank you for sharing with all of us on the soup. Keep them coming. oldbuck
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