Some see the glass half empty;
Others, half full.
I see the glass
Which will be equally itself
After I have taken my pleasure
Drained it dry
Put it back for another round
On maybe another day.
I will call the pleasure complete
And completely my own.
I will make it mine
As I claim the very last drop
That is sharper
Than it is sweet
And always just enough
Because there is no need for too much
Of anything
So long as there is a glass
When I am ready for more.
One Single Impression
Sandy Carlson Social