To Quench My Thirst
There it is sitting on a table nearby
just having taken it out of the fridge
it felt really chilled on outside glass
withheld me before crossing the bridge
You see to open that lemonade bottle
would be to fall into real temptation
there you gaze upon it in wonder
thinking how this began in creation
One day a long time ago
imagine there's only one bottle left
in all the world it's the last one
don't touch, stay near, don't run
The longer I wait, it hurts
my throat gets dryer so hoarse
one day I must take a step
so great the urge, feel the force
Just even a sip would satisfy
for that to quench my thirst
by now a queue has developed
gasping to drink before they burst
Lemonade Oh lovely lemonade
to feel you down my throat
remove the dryness all together
this my joy, always get my vote!
(A single lemonade bottle sitting on that table next to my chair, looking on my thoughts gather as I contemplate the urge for a thirst-quenching drink.)
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2020
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