Half Empty Life
By forest_for_ever
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Half Empty Life
Bloody optimists!
Why can’t I find that half full glass?
Every cheery sod tells me of it
I don’t think it’s real
A rainbow shifting hope
A myth to make me smile
Or grasp at what is never there.
I think that someone’s drunk my share.
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Comments
Short and sweet.
I always appreciate those who do a lot with a little. This is a simple poem that is very relatable. The words roll off the tongue very well when read aloud.
You could play around with spacing and line breaks more, though I wonder if that would taint the simplicity of the poem.
I do believe the second to last line could be omitted from the poem. It seems redundant and it's very clear that your glass is half empty by reading the poem. The title says it all and should prevent you from having to state it outright in the lines of the piece, and going straight to that powerful last line from the 'grasp' line may be more effective and hit the reader harder.
Cheers and great job. I look forward to more.
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