Poetry of thought

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If I told you to empty your bucket,
Would you expect me to fill it?
If you tried following my direction,
Would it be too heavy to lift?

The toxic contents of your bucket,
Though, to no one else is a threat,
I see the air you breathe is harsh.

To say 'I have an empty bucket!'
Should not be one of loss.
An opportunity
To fill with what won't rot.

If your bucket should be emptied,
Know that i have my own.
I can help with what I have,
But my bucket is still alive!

I'm only trying what I think is best.

I'm the one who gave the bucket to you, after all...