The Class

Is my glass half-empty or is it half-full?
Do I sit reflecting, or gathering wool?
A bowl full of cherries, or life just the pits?
Is this a vacation, or hard-working trip?

Is summer non-winter, and winter non-fun?
Is gambling for losers except if you've won?
Has research direction, or bumbling around?
Is speeding on highways just ‘flight on the ground’?

Some hear in that cat-fight, ‘no dear, not tonight’
While others hear ‘turf war, get out of my sight!’
The screeching of tires, a teen strutting stuff?
Or rush to the medics, ‘this chest-pain's enough!’

There's fact and there's spin in each aspect of life;
Most times it's baloney we rarely get right;
We think we see clearly – illusion it is –
We grope in the darkness, confused in our biz.

Our reasons for acting and speaking our mind?
One quarter seen clearly with all humankind;
One part they see in; while one part we see out;
The last part is clouded for all – thick as smoke.

But God sees it all (not impressed all that much)
But bids us move forward, each day keep in touch;
For He'll work things out whether win or we lose –
So pick up a card, any card that you choose.

For glasses are full – mix of water and air;
Carders think thoughts making cloth we can wear;
Fruit has a seed which grows into a tree;
Life ‘in the present’ bonds your life with me.

Summer is Gardens, and winter ski trips;
Gambling is life stripped to playing with chips;
Qwest has direction, serendipity;
Speed has its place whether air, land, or sea.

Timing in friendship gives space to be free;
Freedom enriches my hours spent with thee;
All need a place to stand tall in the Sun,
Help from each other when bad time's begun.

So really the question is how we spin thought –
Dripping with acid? With sarcasm wrought?
Urging self on to live fully each day?
Soaking up sunshine with laughter and play?

How we do life is within our control –
Some like things quiet, some sober, some droll;
Others explode on each scene in their lives,
‘Laughter and song – joy through me now arrives!’

One class of guidance I got in grade seven –
‘Be the best you, you can be under heaven’;
Then it got cancelled so we could do art –
The best of both worlds – in both fields got a start.

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