In you life you fill your bucket
As one drop at a time goes in it
Sometimes it's like rain
Making things grow in quiet refrain
But there are other times
When things are not fine
And the drops fall like tears
We hope to survive the horrible fears
So we all carry on this accumulation
That will fill your bucket in your exhilaration.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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