You always drank the whole glass
You always let your troubles pass
And as it burned you felt free
And then you turned and spoke to me.

I was troubled by the glass
Full or Empty, or just Half.
I could not share your youthful glee,
Pressing questions bothered me.

The wine was poured all through the night,
The clock observed - with a fright
And as you stood there so sublime
You pondered bed, I pondered Time.

Consumed as thus, and troubled so
I took a walk out in the snow.
Returning home I saw you frown
And promptly ceased to "act the clown".