cracked
you asked me one day so long ago
if my glass was half empty or half full
full i nearly responded but that would be false
empty i would have said but it's not true
happy moments and memories i have known
but disappear or sadden is what they always do
my glass isn't half full nor half empty
it's cracked
hope and happiness fill to the brim
but always escapes my firm grasp
and empties out onto concrete ground
never will it be full for it leaks too much
and one day—one day soon
it will get thrown away forevermore
because no one wants a broken glass