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)
I know the feeling.
I am enjoying your thoughtful poetry
Bravo!! 👏👏