Poem -

Leak

A common problem in houses are leaks. The bigger the house typically means more bathrooms, more sinks, pipes, pools , and toilets.
The first leak is usually a surprise, you try to fix it as quickly as possible because it's a new problem in a place where problems seem to have been few. But in such a big house you start to notice you have more than one leak. You work and you work to fix as many as you can, but they form faster than you can fix.
Eventually you become numb to those leaks. You don't try to fix them as quickly as you did the first. One day you just stop trying all together. Do you know what happens then? Those leaks become a flood. No longer are a few drips on your mind when your basement is full of water, it's a real swamp.
So you try to get the water out , yes, you try so hard. But you've forgotten about the leaks, so the water keeps coming until the wood of your house begins rotting. Your pipes burst. You have water ruining your carpets and fancy rugs.
Thing is, if only you'd kept working to fix the leaks things might have been better. Sure you may never have fixed every leak so naturally things would never be perfect, but when you stopped trying to fix what you knew was wrong things could only get worse. And you know countries are a lot like houses. If only we could fix the leaks maybe then we could go back to days before the flood.

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sparrowsong

Hello Pop5on...

Welcome to Cosmo!

Great comparison...

​​​​​​There are those leaks which stay hidden until you wake up and your feet are sloshing...

Tricky leaks indeed!

Great comparison write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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