My brain once told me
To end him then and there.
The bucket he wore
And the calmness he felt
Lying there in the warm grass
Made it the perfect opportunity.
I didn't, of course.

Though, now I know who he really was
What he had been doing to someone
Important to me.
Now, of course,
I wish I had listened.

A poem by Ray Pattenden

I hope this is profane enough to represent the genre.
~2012/2013

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Each of us has an invisible bucket. It is constantly emptied or filled, depending on what others say or do to us. When our bucket is full, we feel great. When it's empty, we feel awful.

Each of us also has an invisible dipper. When we use that dipper to fill other people's buckets -- by saying or doing things to increase their positive emotions -- we also fill our own bucket. But when we use that dipper to dip from others' buckets -- by saying or doing things that decrease their positive emotions -- we diminish ourselves.

Like the cup that runneth over, a full bucket gives us a positive outlook and renewed energy. Every drop in that bucket makes us stronger and more optimistic.

But an empty bucket poisons our outlook, saps our energy, and undermines our will. That's why every time someone dips from our bucket, it hurts us.

So we face a choice every moment of every day: We can fill one another's buckets, or we can dip from them. It's an important choice -- one that profoundly influences our relationships, productivity, health, and happiness.

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