THE BARD                                                                                                                                THE BLABBERMOUTH 

LIKE DROPS

How brave the crystal waters and their underlying sands,

it seems that you could grab them

but they'd slip right through your hands.

And there though you can't see them, countless drops forever dwell,

and like us they are travelled

by the tide's eternal swell.

So as water is all one, shaped by many single drops,                   

so 's our fate stirred with tears

till we're split and scrubbed by mops:

In the sea of life we dive without taking any hold,

sometimes hot or maybe cold,

air at times or ice if bold.

Currents prove too manifold for our crawling back along,

the stubborn waves do shake us non-stop

and wet our whirling, breaking song:

'Immortal tide! Everlasting pride! To your haughty will we wholly tied!

But you're too wide, can never hide, inside your flowing stream we lied!

In you: we laughed, but also cried; we falsely lived, but truly died.'