my twenty boi

Is the glass half-full or half-empty?

I ask my son as he watches me

He thinks for a while being twenty

I twerk my brows as I watch him see

'It is always half-full'

My son says after a minute

I turn up to him with questions mouthful

He smiles at me and I find him cute

The glass has always something in it

Not leaving its purpose to hold within

Letting us allowing the time of life to be it

Enjoying every space to grow as contained in

Sometimes the glass is neither half nor full

It's everything in the take of life being in situation

I wondered, is this the same boy I used to lull

For his age, he is way too mature enough for an inspiration

Listening him my mouth hung open and wide

I just leaped forward to take him for an embrace

Its impossible to believe as I let my own tears to hide

In life, I am sure my son is going to ace!

Never I had a thinking about this idea

But a twenty-year-old enlighten me

For a moment I went into Mia

Putting my heart into a beautiful glee

I always had thought it to be half empty

As I was never satisfied with what I have

Little did I know as my boy of twenty

Reverted my pessimistic living I graphed

Uncover happiness with the littlest of things

Letting alone wasting time thinking

Allow your hope a pair of beautiful wings

And it shall fly high into positivity bringing