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I turn a tap
I turn the tap
The water flows
And I am happy.
I bear down
The bowels give
And I am happy.
I spy the passport between two books
I may come and go
And I am happy.
I sit within as rain falls down
And my roof it shields me.
And I am happy still.
I sink below nights sea of sleep
In the place I long know as home.
And I am happy.
I know a man who has no clean water,
I know a man with the blocking cancer.
Another no passport,
Another no roof,
Another no stable home
And I am unhappy.
Appreciate the happiness that great riches afford.
Water running, bowels flowing,
roofs for drying and passports for going.
A home for living.
I turn the tap, the water flows.
Happy?
Original poem by Humble Donkey. This poem may be reproduced electronically for non commercial purposes, without express permission and with a link to this blog post.
