Life: A bar of soap

Whenever I am free, I am either with my computer, browsing all random things on the internet or  I am with my phone downloading songs and applications. In one of those times I came across an application on play store. Its called, 'Lettrs', an application that lets you post letters to both public and to private persons. There is also a feature that lets you make pen-pals, you can address letters to them and they can reply to your letters. I also have a few pen-pals. You have access to all the open letters and thats when I came across this piece. I thought you may love to read it to. So I am sharing it.

This little bar of soap

Perches on that precarious ledge in your bathtub.

That little soap often slips here and there, almost gleefully and

The harder you grab onto it,
The more it evades your grasp.

And you think up a million ways to sneak up on it,

To figure it out, to find the meaning of that little bar of soap.

And while you do all this,

That little bar of soap just sits there, twiddling its thumbs,

...Making bubbles.

Oh but that little soap will give

you are real good clean, once in a while

Deftly sweeping its tiny fingers away from itself,

Sweeping away all your dirt

But most of the time

That little bar of soap just sits there, twiddling its thumbs,

...Making bubbles.

Day in, day out, more of that little soap washes away.

More of that little soap disappears.

And the funny thing is

The littler it gets, the more important it suddenly becomes

"How could I have wasted all that soap?"

"How could I have let it sit there in that insipid water and never use it?"

But soap is soap, it will make bubbles quickly as it can and that's all there is to it.