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RUSTY BUCKET

Date Written: October 27, 2017
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A rough and rusty bucket such as I
Squeaks, rattles and stained with time
Aged, faded and holding nothing, wry
Of all the hopes and dreams sublime.

Remaining as I sat forever
Watching the sun and moon streak by
Filling and emptying with the weather
The truth in these words does not lie.

But still, I am ready to be dipped
In hope that the well springs eternal
To bring to the parched lips to be sipped
My purpose…conveying thoughts external.

So lift my pages as though a ladle,
I will give you dreams as long as I am able.

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