Filled To Overflowing

People always talk about

A cup half full

A cup half empty

 I’m too busy dealing with

A cup that’s filled to overflowing.

Hefty measures

Great and small

That weigh into the overall

Decisions to be battered round,

Which direction to be going.

Tossed into the everyday,

The mix and mesh is simple play

And I can deal and get away

Without the devil even knowing.

Too content with happiness,

So intent, a simple guest,

Always looking for the best

My soul just keeps on growing.