Water - Poem by Shirley K.W. Ka

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.