The optimist looked with eyes aglow, “Half full!” he declared, in a hopeful flow. The pessimist frowned, with a sigh so deep, “Half empty,” he murmured, no joy to keep. They argued and fought over fate’s cruel game, Who was right, who was wrong, who could claim? The world of their words, so loud, so bright, Lost in the noise, they missed the bite. For as they debated, too caught in the fight,
