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?
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