i'm taking a bath
when the water runs out.
i'm too shy to yell
and tell them to turn
the motor on. so
i look around, and see
in the corner
water from the dripping tap
has gathered in a bucket.
i bathe in it.
then go out and turn
the motor on so that
no one else has to.
if someone is stupid enough
to ask me to write
my autobiography
i'll tell them
see what i did with the water?
that's what life's done with me.
~ ajay
29/12/2023
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ways of slowly dying ~ poetry
Poetry"life is slow dying. so are their separate ways of building, benediction, measuring love and money ways of slowly dying." ~ philip larkin
