The Disregarded

Rusty Old Water Tower

For years I turned the faucet on
Most days, unthinkingly;
From where it was my water came
Was no concern to me

The silent servant in the sun
I passed by, unaware:
It’s product, life-sustaining, though
I saw not it was there

For ugliness and age beset
The lonely water tower;
I never cast a second glance
Until this very hour

But that’s the way of all my kind
It’s naught to celebrate —
We pass in silence those who help
When they don’t look
That great


 

(“The Disregarded” – 3-12-2015)

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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