Half n’ Half

Is the glass half full

Is it gaining to the brim where it lies so peaceful

Does the glass increase with a steady flow

Does it climb to the top even though it may be slow

I fill my glass steadily making sure it does not spill

I give it so much and I do so with all my will

I feel so close to the top, to the brink, to the last drop

I feel drawn to this foreign place called atop

Is the glass half empty

Is it losing its place where it once had plenty

Does the glass run dry with stains of what used to be there

Does it fall swiftly or slowly with almost nothing to spare

I try to keep my glass high

I try but it drains with one quick sigh

Why must others take what is not theirs

Why must they take the one thing that I have that's already so scarce