The Optimist
Is the glass half empty
Or half full?
A pessimist I am
But the emptying of this vessel
Is inevitable.
I have delighted in it
From the very first taste
And savored it throughout
But in its time
The life has waned
As the content
Has slowly drained
Destined
Even to the most
Positive thinker
As the last grain of sand
In the time drinker
Rests in the bottom
Of the hour-glass
Until my soul drifts
To its next destination
Where the glass is turned
On its end
Sand cascades first grain
As a new babe born
And I gasp life again
