My Cup is Not Full

Laugh and learn the language of my heart
Hold and know the wisdom in my soul
My cup is not full
A chalice stands
its gold rim shining brightly
promising... but it is only half full
Sometimes it is the wine of humanity
Sometimes the nectar of solace
Sometimes the ale of anguish
Sometimes bare water

Always half-full
with a lifetime of experience
poised at the rim
awaiting to overflow
Living is like the chalice:
all that you are is poured in
Sometimes it is your own
Sometimes a drink of another
Sometimes strong or weak
but always half-full.