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OptimismGlass half fullSipping wine by the pale glowOf a half moon.Those were the good old timesFull circle quarters and silver dimesChange for a tipIt ’s all we had leftHeads or tails,Stay or go,Anyone could love you In a sliver of the bursting June moon;Visage radiant,Freckles like browned pebbles In the bed of a winding streamFlashing in the tree refracted moonlightHalf past four, happy hourslowBut I am the oneYou ’ll love and loatheI am the one to praise and damn,Make your stomach clench Drive you insaneMake everything fall into placeBut I am alsothe one who writes for youwho will find the words as Iwander through the rain,in the gray contused dawn,Unsuspecting soul,your face heavy and drawn.trudging off to market:milk for the kidslow on detergent(it's raining againit's raining again)I see you as before I see you as whenI see you as next thenfully realizedyou seem surprisedto see me nowHalf way home,Half happy, half pleasured;Paradoxes of ZenoIt always feels like a full fledged pain.I pour myself and I pour myselfBut there ’s a hole in the bottom;A heart always half emptyreserved for all that's to come7/21/19

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - July 20, 2019 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs