Hosed Again
Hosed Again!
By Tom
8/1/2006
The water flows quickly through my 5/8’s hose
Seeking passage as raindrops or even fine spray.
Till it gets to the nozzle which I quickly close
For I control the output, same as every other day.
Having now made room for maybe just a drip
(And I promise that tomorrow I’ll change my hose.)
Past a slightly worn gasket that’s lost it’s grip
But promises are like piecrust, so the saying goes.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll select a hose that will ooze
My power of reasoning is preoccupied I’ve found.
But being the boss it’ll be something that I choose,
Water’s purpose is not just to wet things aground.
It would like nothing better than make me its slave
That in brushing my teeth just to let the thing run,
And use a few more gallons each time that I shave,
That showering twice a day is refreshing and fun.
Then when I’m hot and thirsty and need a quick drink
Its dream is unification with a stream or some river.
While pressing me daily, eight glasses you think?
It sees itself in some lake evaporating back to its giver.
I guess in this matter I should turn it my cheek
For I do have all this water doing its best to get out;
But I refuse to let it run though I might let it leak
While my stubbornness prevails Plants do without,
So I try to conserve and with myself have a truce
And while it’s the staff of life I will cut it no slack.
For the first of each month comes a bill for its use
It’s because of its cost I let things die from its lack.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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