Empty Glasses and Other People’s Problems

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Who doesn’t see his own empty glass

while his neighbor’s overflows onto the tablecloth?

Who doesn’t pound on the gates of prayer

or government, badgering someone else

to even the score? Adults, we know nothing

is fair. Still, we stamp in soccer field tantrums.


Written for Living Poetry and dVerse


    • In “fairness” (yes, pun intended 😀 ), it is incredibly difficult to witness unfairness and it isn’t necessarily an unreasonable expectation. Especially for systems of commerce and justice, etc. It’s incredibly difficult to accept that the world is an unfair place and in some cases, we arguably should not just accept it, but work to make it a fairer place.

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    • Thanks!

      I’ll be honest – I wrote this poem because it came to me quickly and fit the prompt, but to be honest, I don’t fully agree with it. I’m not sure that wanting life to be more fair is an unfair (yes, pun intended) or ridiculous expectation. And I think wanting our systems of commerce and justice to be fair is extremely reasonable and arguably worth throwing a tantrum over (although it is arguably more productive to do something else). I do agree that life is not fair. But it isn’t so crazy to want it to be.

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  1. ” Still, we stamp in soccer field tantrums.” Made me think of Stompers. When I was in high school people grouped themselves as Pachucos, Surfers, Stompers (FFA cowboys), and Long-haired Hippie freaks. I never really fit well into any of those groups very well, but I was most closely associated with the Long-haired hippie freaks. I was tall and skinny, so I either had baggy pants before they were fashionable or high waters before they were fashionable. And I got teased for both. In the 10th grade, I discovered Lee made slim waist, long legged jeans and I bought a pair. The first day I wore those jeans to school, some of the Stomper girls noticed and started giving me attention. I thought it was so funny that a pair of jeans changed me from a long-haired hippie freak, who the short haired Stompers hated, to a desirable semi-stomper in the eyes of those girls. It didn’t change the Stomper boys opinions, and they just wanted to kick my ass more than ever before, because now the Stomper girls were paying attention to me. I never regretted dropping out of high school.

    As for your poem, envy and avarice are powerful emotions. Socialism and communism are built on envy, and politicians and the media constantly stoke the flames of envy and avarice to help keep us divided.

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  2. I call it my fierce desire for “toddler justice,” stamping my foot and demanding things be fair. It sounds funny to joke about tantrums, but there’s a deeper, good quality actually, there, because you desire justice and for people to be treated with dignity and fairness.

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  3. This is incredibly hard-hitting and poignant! I especially resonate with; “Who doesn’t pound on the gates of prayer or government, badgering someone else to even the score?” Yes! 💝💝

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