This is yet another little thought that came up to be when I read inspiring PipperFancy (Christina) – over there.
That depressive day, when you fell into a well
Down there, haven't you seen something shine?
It's something I've lost, my old bucket's consign
Metaphorically or not, will you pull it up for me?
Fill it up with all the tasks you are bound to do,
so many more will be appearing in an endless line.
So many things you have to do to leave a legacy
this will keep you on, alert and toiling forever,
living until you're a hundred years old, infinitely.