Favorite Pail

Favorite Pail

Favorite Pail

He carried around his favorite pail
And with it love would never fail
Until one day his sister decorated it
Painted it up with hearts n’ flowers n’ shit

He grew tired of looking at the décor
So he set the empty pail outside the door
It filled itself with rainwater from the sky
And drowned in sorrow from the thoughtless goodbye

After years had passed, all the paint chipped off
And those who viewed it only laughed and scoffed
But the darned thing still stood ever ready and useful
It withstood the weathering and what seemed as abuse too

His sister came back to tell him the tale
About that ‘ol bucket, the forgotten ‘ol pail
He came back to retrieve it, but water won’t hold
Because all the elements caused holes

So the tears just leaked through
Never accumulating to make them blue
Its true love water doesn’t hold anymore
But drops that fall through only water the world

© Bonita Louise Christensen

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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