Like a faucet leaking slow,

makes the water level grow.

Soaking all the things around,

till not a dry place can be found.

The dripping sound is like our voice,

falling as we make a choice.

Drips have now become pool,

which we swim in like a fool.

Soaking waves that come in strong, 

caused by choices right and wrong.

With every action that we take,

forming ripples in the wake.

Each drop is made with love and pain,

never will the water drain.

For when it does our life will end,

and our mistakes will finally mend.

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