Everyone has a bucket
Filled with drops of pain and tears
Only a few have the sponge
To absorb it with a Love ya in the ears
Yet fewer have feet walking beside
That drink the overflowing bits
And fewer still have the guiding hands
That allow you to carry it without spills
Friends are rare, love is rarer
Luck to retain them is rarest of all
The tottering soul fumbles in the dark
Searching for its wonderwall
Filled with drops of pain and tears
Only a few have the sponge
To absorb it with a Love ya in the ears
Yet fewer have feet walking beside
That drink the overflowing bits
And fewer still have the guiding hands
That allow you to carry it without spills
Friends are rare, love is rarer
Luck to retain them is rarest of all
The tottering soul fumbles in the dark
Searching for its wonderwall
5 comments:
Phoenix's Bucket theory will find its place in Moral Education books to make the young minds understand the importance of friendship and love.
wonderwall is really a good song by Oasis :)
managing to walk and not spill a filled to brim bucket is a tricky one..atleast for me
Nice poem...
Nice...
amazing...
catches the rite emotions...
[:-)]
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