A common matter in daily use,
A familiar touch in caress.
Seldom preferred when choices emerge,
to sooth and hydrate my thirst.
I never treasured you like a pot of gold,
Or valued your presence's worth.
Yet if one day you should disappear,
All of living shall be doomed.
Life would be dry,
Hopeless,
Meaningless,
Without you, I'd surely die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We take some things for granted, even those which are needed to sustain life. A nice read, Shirley. Love, Fran xx