What's in my cup?
is it filled with love
sunshine and beautiful songs?
or is it almost empty
its contents sucked away by the sponge of regret
pain. tears. and sorrow
it may seem far away
but there will be a better day tomorrow
and although I wish sometimes that I could borrow
someone else's joy..
the happiness of those who want for nothing
and never endure the same pain
still my cup is never empty
no. it is almost filled
full from my beautiful tears that tell stories
so cry no more my friend
in the morning there will be the most wonderful glory
**For Sherrie
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