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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Once on the vast placid sea, Was a bucket whisked 'long currents so free. He was as a boat And he ever did float, Unknown to Care, Worry or Hurry. But one day, there came a new wind, 'Long a new way the bucket was sent, Oh, this path unfamiliar And its tests to endure, What will this expirement rend? Not long had he set his new course Came a wave of such prodigal force, He was born on the crest And he did fare the best, Though filled up with some water, he had this recourse: Since it's along water I fare, Well then, I really can't care, If water makes me sink I will take my last drink... To leave it to Choice, I dare. He heard the dolphin's chit-chattering chide, Felt the surging insurrection of successive tide, Though he was alone, There soon fell a stone From the depths of the cirrus-strewn sky. So lower in the water he sunk, His next gulp of water was drunk, The victim of Whim filled two-thirds to the brim With no way to get out of this funk. Now, inside the bucket did dwell Countless people, no number could tell And so, they did choose Everything to lose- They toppled the bucket, he plummeted towards Hell. "I sit on the ocean's sand floor Bereft of my purpose forevermore; I shan't again be Upon the sea free- The whole ocean this vessle wll store." Until I set out on my ship And found me a spot, for to take a dip. Who woulda' thunk it, But I found that old bucket And took him along on my trip! The bucket was filled up with woe, "How is it that water's my foe? Was I, then, not meant On this quest to be sent? An answer, I wish I could know." Not long had he sat on the deck That the water had gone 'bout the length of my neck, He was surprised about How fast he dried out And found that his value was not at all wrecked. "I was not meant for the sea, It is too much water for me. I know my purpose And I shall not fuss When I can but meet my duty." When we arrived back in the port, I found him a new job of sorts: I hung him in a well And his joy he couldn't tell That his too-great ambition, he chose to abort. The globe is of unfathomable size, It will not be tamed, we must realize; Let all of it stand And keep close both your hands, But lend them to others when nears their demise.
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