Some water and a stone

 Drop by drop
the water wore out the stone.
First a curve,
then a hole.
 Only water they said.
It's only a drop.
What can this small drop do
to a mighty stone?
 The stone kept giving 
Getting worn
Though it knew
It'll shatter soon. 
 Why did it so allow?
How did it come to such pass? 
The stone had always been so strong.
Had stood for all these years so tall. 
 Why then did it let the water destroy?
It's strength?
It's self?
It's very life?
 Now its just dust
People even call it dirt.
That mighty stone.
Blown away by a gust. 

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