MN (11-08-1970 / )

Liquid Gold

The tub was quickly filling just like everyday before.
Today, something was different and it burned within my core.

As I was gently lounging, just letting the tub fill
I realized the irony and what a bitter pill.

This water that I'm watching could easily save a life.
This could make the difference for a man, his kids and wife.

I quickly stopped the water out of reflex more than need.
I felt almost ashamed of myself for nurturing my greed.

How can I lie here lounging, just wasting ''liquid gold''
while just a drink would save them, the young as well as old?

by Mary Nagy

Comments (8)

Mary, to us it's just water but for so many others the line between life and death is as clear as clean water. We waste it, they crave it. A powerful and compassionate write! Brian
Oops Mary do I hear the screech of the ploughshare hitting bedrock in this poem's last couplet?
Mary, you are so beautiful and considerate, and I appreciate that!
Being stuck in the desert, I miss taking baths - and I don't even like them. I do like this poem, however!
There are at least a couple of hearts in evidence here. H
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