The Same Glass

Photo by Mathilde Langevin

sunrise.
shielded eyes.
new rays.
groundhog’s day.
light at the end of the tunnel
is just another train.
now falls the rain.
go away.
and drink from this
treacherous,
tempesting
glass,
half
empty.

sunrise.
brightened eyes.
new rays.
seize the day.
when there is a loving will,
there is always a way.
now falls the rain.
let’s pray.
and drink from this
wonderous,
beautiful
glass,
half
full.

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