A poem

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A cup sat on the table

It was water lapped till half

“It is half filled”,

One said with a laugh

“It is half empty,”,

Another said with pity

He filled the cup

But with no luck

It was never full,

And he was never happy

But after years

His cup was almost full with tears

While the former still burst with laugh,

His cup still remained half



James L. Watanabe

Brown University graduate, software engineer, aeronautical engineer | Editor-in-chief for Large | Recipient of Silver award for The Queen’s Commonwealth Essay