A faucet,
Dripping ever so slow,
But filling the bucket all the same.
While others may be smaller,
Filled with holes,
Or just warn out,
I watch as the dripping continues.
Although the bucket is new,
The warn out faucet is not.
Dripping away,
While everyone plays.
Pretending to be fine,
A fake smile across my face.
Nobody seems to notice,
The dripping stays the same.
A faucet,
Dripping ever so slow,
The bucket continues to hold true.
While life moves on,
It's hard to really say,
Was is the worn out faucet to blame?
Or should the fingers be pointed else-where.
Drip, Drip, Drip,
The faucet never stops,
Although it may be soft,
Not enough to drown a bee,
I buzzed in just in time for it to drown me.
Nobody ever noticed,
As the bucket became weary.
The faucet became stronger.
In the end it was hard to tell.
The bucket over flowed.
But the faucet never stopped.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
