I had no one and everyone in mind when I wrote this. Enjoy. Streams Stumbling, tired, through the woods You come to my laughing edge And then, you fool, you stop to drink Teetering on the ledge You fall into me, though I did not ask To be so indisposed. I keep you afloat and you smile and stay awhile, Never dreaming that you’ve imposed You whet your thirst, And I refill, my Source much greater than I You drain… Read more »