Pessimist I am!
Half full to some,
Maybe half empty to others.
My glass, as empty as it may be,
And it is slowly trickling out.
Drip by drip,
My water leeks out,
But it means something more,
Something more important.
Almost at once,
My glass tips off the table,
Empty now,
A pessimist I am.
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