It's All Relative

Here I am.

My future falling

In uncertain peril again.

At the bar I sit,

Stuck in somber stare.

My drink half gone,

Or is it half there?

As I start to ponder,

I can't help but wonder.

Which half is it really?

As if the bartender read my mind

He said, "Hey mate, why so sad?

You still have a half full glass."

I gave no more than a glance

Before returning to task at hand.

After all,

I was a busy man

With thoughts to churn,

And his words were unconvincing.

What if...

What if my glass was half empty?

I would surely feel

Forever thirsty on my quest

To fill it full.

A pessimist, I would see,

What's missing leaves me unhappy.

O' but what if!...

What if my glass was half full?

I would surely feel

Forever quenched from source

Filled full of possibility.

An optimist, I would see,

What remains still creates happiness.

I chance another glance

At the man behind the bar.

It seems in his work,

He should know true worth

Of a glass.

I bet he's seen and heard it all:

Maybe he's right; maybe i'm wrong.

Maybe the answer will never be

Known.

Maybe right or wrong doesn't exist.

What if...

It's only a matter of perspective.

What if...

It hit me!

I down the last of my drink,

Leaving it with nothing.

Empty.

Yet it doesn't leave me bitter.

For once,

I see it as a new beginning.

With a smile and a nod,

I pay cost with extra to boot.

My little thank you!

For wisdom imparted.

Then into the night I go

With smile kissed lips,

Knowing,

It's time to change my perspective.

My future,

No longer looks uncertain.