Moral

As he leant back, his hand brushed the tap's handle inadvertently,
And in an instant, water gushed forth, a torrent unconstrained.
Startled, he fumbled, his hands flailing desperately,
Hitting the surging stream, splashing water scattered.
He regained composure, the tap was closed, the flow detained,
But someday, inevitably, the water will burst forth again.