a man looks up
with useless eyes
he says it sadly
"i am blind"
he stands up slowly
and grabs a cane,
hobbles a distance
as if in pain
grabs a glass
filled about halfway
and puts a drop more in
as he does every day
and as he sits
thinks sadly within
will that glass ever be
half-full again?
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I like this, flows well and poses the age old question another way. Forever an optimist, half full rather than half empty. Well done.
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Very nice write you have here...flow is smooth, great work
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I love the rhyme scheme and I love how you made this so feeling. I need alittle clairification here though he is sitting then standing then sits again very fast maybe he could have been said to keep walking or stay sitting bur I don't care that much its just what stuck out.
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Wow! This is a very deep poem, and to me it's talking about the way the man looks at life or whatever it is he holds near wondering if he'll ever half-complete instead of half-empty. Excellent job with this. If I am wrong please forgive me. I do think however that this is an excellent poem and the flow was awesome.
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wow, thanks for the comment! and you got the basic idea of it right.
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