The glass

The glass of happiness is filled up to exactly half of the volume

That it can hold, and the half that is empty seems to consume

Your thoughts, you wish you could fill it up some more

You wish more happiness into the glass you could pour..

Instead, the level starts receding as you continue

To observe it closely, happiness seems to

Evaporate as time goes by, its level goes low

You obsess over it, but your happiness you cannot grow

*

The glass of happiness is half-full again

You feel grateful because happiness and pain

Are equally balanced, you do not check it obsessively

But the level has increased the next time you see

The glass is now more full because with showers of happiness

You realize that you have been blessed

*

The glass was exactly half-full at the start

But the two attitudes were poles apart

And that determined your ultimate destiny

Whether you became less or more happy