I keep pouring their glasses at my party of life
Keeping my guests, full and plenty
Entertaining, accommodating, all seems fine
Turn around,
I see my glass is still empty

Staying focused on happiness, that my guests
Need for naught,
I turn to my glass,
Yet again, I’ve forgot

Me, myself and again
I,
Have forgotten ourselves, as the time
Slipped on by

The party roars on, the energy firm,
My guests hold on to the night
Somehow I’ve tired and try to move on
My glass, now nowhere in sight

Is your glass half full,
Or do you see it half empty
A question we hear all the time

While hosting my life
And busy with them,
Can please someone
Pour me a wine?

…Moral of the Poem? Check your glass because it’s your life too. Have a beautiful week, my Dear Hosts and Hostesses!