A Lament of Water
You seek me on far distant planets
Knowing I signal life.
Yet you who need me abuse me,
In hideous measure
Through ill-tended pipes.
At least one third of me, treated,
Ensuring I'm drinkably pure,
Is lost as I pass, through the mains, to a tap;
'Tis profligate! That's to be sure.
So whilst others struggle collecting
Me, trekking to worrying source,
You have no concern for what you can't see,
That from stricken pipeworks
I constantly burst.
Another poem about Water can be found at The Wonder of Water