Another Drop in the Bucket

A drop, a drop
A drop in the bucket
Of my ever expanding pale.
Each drip's but a blip,
For it grows just as quick
Making room to enrichen the tale.
My pores scream run,
Surely I'm done
There's no action needed to take.
But the war's never won,
And out of action will come
Another drop that change will create.



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