It Is Mine
It’s like a drip of water, one slow drop at a time, springing from a leaky faucet I hear it and I see it and I can’t do anything about it Drip, drip, drip Why can’t the pipe just burst and we deal with the deluge all at once? Turn the water off and stop the drip Alas, I am not a plumber Drip, drip, drip The more I wipe away the water, the more it returns It’s like the perpetual winter my…













