Half glass of water

Half glass of water in my hands –

The rest of my life.

I can drink it in one big gulp, or

I can add something sweet and enjoy it,

Drinking in small sips,

I can add something bitter or dirty,

And still I should drink it to the end,

It’s my fault.

I can see just plain water in it, or

Rainbow blinks of light.

I can hold it calm and quiet, or

I can shake it and leave wet stains

All over the place.

I can share my drink with another person,

I can save somebody, giving him or her

The last drop of my life.

I can.

It’s my life.

 

 

 

By Larisa Pilinsky aka Lark