Precious Water, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

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Precious Water, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Went early to the well to get Thy water,
My day would be worthless without this drink.
Once received my spirit becomes brighter,
Heart engages the mind so I can think.

Looked about to see the others with me,
By my hand count there were only a few.
Like me were old nearly able to see.
Soon a young man came and water he drew.

From a common vessel we all did share,
To this water there’s nothing to compare.
Giving thanks our voices filled the clear air,
The sun acknowledged our morning prayer.

Where are the young who have strength we all ask?
Waiting ‘til they can’t do a simple task?

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