My woman is spot on, and she corrects me,
The glass is half full, not half empty.
How bleak this world would be, how dull,
Were the days half empty and not half full.
There would be no hope; no promise of plenty,
Were we all to see the glass half empty.
So this year I’m resolved; by push or pull,
To turn every half empty into a half full.
In every choice as it will present me,
I’m choosing the half full, not the half empty.
Glass Half Full
January 1, 2009
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