Half-empty

Vile the edge of my precipice becomes
Full is the glass that I still drink
It empties slowly and on and on
Almost gone I top it back off in a blink

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.