Some see the glass as halfway full,

Some see the glass as halfway gone.

To some, life’s a sweet cannolo roll,

To some, it’s poison, bitter as strong cologne.

To some, life’s a gangland hideaway,

To others — just berries on a summer day.

Some scrape by with nothing but dry old crust,

While some roam free in valleys lush and vast.

“Son, it’s time you settle down,”

“Ma, no thanks — I’ll stick around.”

“Boy, you’re long past due!”

“I just don’t want to, that’s the truth.”

“Look at us — we’re doing fine,

Closer than close, all the time.”

“You’ll grow old — and old brings pain,

You’ll lie there sick, no strength remains…”

“Now just imagine, won’t that be nice?

If someone’s there with water and ice.”

He tied the knot — and dragged it half a life,

Got himself one loud and fire-eyed wife.

Through every bump on marriage's backroad run,

He rolled half-asleep, dreamin’ of bein’ done.

Now he’s lyin’ weak, stuck in that bed,

Thinkin’ ‘bout life and the tears he shed.

Whispers a prayer for some heavenly grace…

But he ain’t even thirsty in the first place.

Some folks get it all — right here, right now,

While others can’t catch a break, no how.

Some get women, diamonds, bags of gold,

While some can’t pay for pills when they get old.

Some walk strong like statues carved in stone,

Some get chopped down to fit where they don’t belong.

Some see the glass as halfway full,

Some see the glass as halfway gone.