Mary Nagy

Rookie (11-08-1970)

Liquid Gold - Poem by Mary Nagy

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?


Comments about Liquid Gold by Mary Nagy

  • Brian Dorn (7/4/2006 11:58:00 AM)


    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
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  • (10/11/2005 6:24:00 PM)


    Oops Mary do I hear the screech of the ploughshare hitting bedrock
    in this poem's last couplet?
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  • (9/3/2005 8:34:00 PM)


    Mary, you are so beautiful and considerate, and I appreciate that! (Report) Reply

  • (9/3/2005 11:39:00 AM)


    Being stuck in the desert, I miss taking baths - and I don't even like them. I do like this poem, however! (Report) Reply

  • (9/3/2005 7:05:00 AM)


    There are at least a couple of hearts in evidence here.
    H
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  • (9/3/2005 6:49:00 AM)


    this poem hit right to the core how tough are we when the condition calls for us to stand up and be counted as a people when we are deprived of the things in life we take for granted like water, food and a roof over our heads history is full of tradgedy
    a great write mary

    WARM REGARDS ALLAN
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  • (9/3/2005 6:41:00 AM)


    This is very poignant and timely. How quickly we forget that we live like kings and queens but more often than not undeservedly so. (Report) Reply

  • (9/3/2005 5:52:00 AM)


    Written in reaction to hurricane Katrina. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 3, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, January 5, 2007


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