I filled my glass half empty
and happily cried of ill fortune.
My misery crescendos at ill will.
I am elated when mood is deflated,
waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Partly cloudy skies hide the sun.
Daybreak highlights clouds of storm,
taking me to despair where no one cares,
to fields of people sad as I.
My happines is there.

No hope, no prayer,
dark night is light, prognosis dim.
The darkside sparkles my soul
til fortunes rise to prove
'things will get worse'

Light blinds and shows hidden secrets
better left to coffee clatch prattle.
I cheer your frown,
to you who is as miserable as I.

But...If I filled my glass half full.