The Glass
Some people look at a glass that's half full,
Others view half-empty glass as a pull
Into the future of space to move on –
Most miss the loss of an op that's now gone.Yet that's the loss that is hardest to take,
For it's the point when we're given a ‘break’;
(Usually ‘hope’ is exchanged for the ‘real’)
When hope’s withdrawn that is really the ‘steal’.Once when I drove in the hills through the fog
Deer on the road, by the herd – made it clog;
I stopped the car turned my viewpoint around:
This was their home, so I gave them their ground.Then I drove slowly, turned this way and that;
Just let them stand there, both skinny and fat;
I was the guest in their world, I could see –
They did not need to avoid hitting me.Same as with people who get in my way
I'm in their world – look – oblivious, they
Wander all over the pathways of life,
Grazing on hope, spreading heartache and strife:“I'll give you ‘hope of the real ’ down the road
Swapped for ‘real work, value, treasure, and load’ ”
That's what they say, mean, or lie of each time –
’Cept in the end they absorbed part that's mine.“Be happy with what you got,” then they say;
Others see ‘cash values’, not ‘hopeful day’;
Value has hope, those who trade on it thus,
Know that, and play on it, making their muss.This is their world – herds all over the road –
‘Slow down and weave in and out’, cuts the load
On our blood pressure, they'll not go away –
Laugh and enjoy life – and hope-full you'll stay.navigation