Becomes more than a knowledge;
As I watched this sprinkler
In a suburban garden
I imagined each drop
Having a history.
It's present is Mild
Yet it has waged war among the clouds,
Drifted along quiet rivers,
Gurgled through sewers,
Tossed in angry seas.
It has gushed from taps,
Lain in puddles,
Bounced off umbrellas,
Fallen as snow.
It has refreshed wild animals,
Filled hot water bottles
On cold winter nights.
It existed long before our species
It has been lifted up,
Are part of its endless journey!
For now it is at ease
Watering a lawn.
I was driving to the supermarket one day just last week
When I ran into an old school-friend and I slowed down to speak.
I hadn't seen that friend of mine since nineteen sixty three.
And I have to say she really shattered my equanimity!
She was slim and she was gorgeous! Her skin was smooth and creamy;
Her hair was blond and full of bounce; her eyes were soft and dreamy.
She wore high heels, showing off her legs, which were elegant and slim;
Her waistline, clinched by a narrow belt, was wonderfully trim!
Her clothes looked most expensive, yes, in the latest styles.
I could only guess at her husband's job; it was clear that he earned piles!
Her neck was quite unblemished, not a wrinkle, not a scar,
You could see, from the way she twinkled, that she knew she was a star.
'You haven't changed a bit' she said, no doubt with her fingers crossed!
I felt my 'Thanks a lot' response held more than a touch of frost.
Yes, I ran into an old school-friend and it caused me so much pain,
That I revved up the old Toyota
And ran into her again!