Waking again I am handed an immensely full glass of water,

Surface tension being on the only reason it does not spill



Now, this day, like many before it,

I am forced to wash, dress, walk,

Do all tasks with this water glass in my hand.


Everyone seems to be watching,

Not my every move,

But whether I will spill it again … in my latest endeavor.


Please take this glass from me,

so I may tie my shoelaces

And proceed with the day in peace.


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