Precious Water Poem by MICHAEL VILANOVA

I was asked what's the most expensive liquid on earth
Water i answered for that's the answer i have heard since birth
Answer i knew that had to be the right one
Surely this old man couldn't give me some other for there is none
And he looked upon me and said son would like to try once more
Stating to me to take time to think dont give me same answer as before
Keeping this man entertained wasnt my thing for i knew i was right
Every answer i would give the man recieved no delight
Dont you know the answer he shook his gray colored head
He said this liquid is more pericious then mans gold weigh more then lead
Even provides in birth and death from youngest to oldest man
And washes the uncleanness of every boy and girls soul of this land
No son your answer is wrong i don't care what you been told
Shouting out my answers thinking this man is crazy and old
Water started flowing down my cheek short burst then long
Eventually I realized what the answer was to his question i was wrong
Red faced and watery eyed i answered him this time no hesitation
Dripping eyes of the old man said i had finally answered his question