The Ole Spigot

The winter winds

whipped by the old

water spigot with

barely a drop of hope

within its rusted pipeline

once he held dreams

of abundance ~a flowing

   fountain of precious

pleasures for family

fun and treasures of

good times on a sunshine day

water splashes blessed

each day anew with the

     nectar of plenty

no one lacked for want

nor need..

     the old water spigot 

was glad to laugh

   his happiness out with

a cool drink for all

then as time marched on

the spigot lost his sterling

shine...he fell short of his

    dignity, his usefulness

with a shortage of supply

   he became tarnished

by greed from people who

    took him for granted

he choked for necessity

  to comfort them

he coughed to quench their thirst

he clogged in vain for their pride

and dried up for their careless

hearts..

    as his last tear drop of

water fell for fallen humanity

Reviews

[Pete]

way to let it flow fran! the way man will keep going back to the same well 'til it runs dry and then wonder why. very telling, cognitive write with a clever, creative flair. we shouldn't take anything for granted ... :)

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Pete for reading
and your kind review😊

[Betty Hermelee]

I love the way you make the way you humanize the old spigot. In times gone by he was a necessity and a pleasure for those who “used” him, but then something happened and people took advantage of him, and wore him out….so that eventually he fried up and left the poor folks very thirsty…
Really great 3 -D Fran
Best.
B.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Betty for
your kind words
so much appreciate😊

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome!😊

[Lisasview]

Good morning Fran from cold and rainy Spain,
Really did enjoy your poem.. Such great memories
of times long ago...although we do still have spigots
here in Spain..and many do not work..
Great choice of words for life...
Lisa

[Fran Marie]

Thank Lisa for reading
and the kind words😊

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome.
Hoping you will find the time to read and review mine..
Lisa, now in Spain
Lisa

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This reminded me of a water fountain at a baseball field I used to frequent with my father. It was outdoors and made entirely of layered rock. One day it dried up, never to give water again. I remember that day. I had a broken foot and was hobbling around on my crutch trying to drink from a broken fountain. I've had too many days like that since. I enjoyed the read.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Fabian s o very much
for reading and your kind review
glad you enjoyed😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

You are just finding good aim with your poems lately...
I am relating so much to them, and this one especially.
I feel like I am rusting, like that spigot.
the water still pouring out, but not as easily, and there are too many who need the drink.
Makes me feel like my humanity is taking a hit...and that makes me feel selfish.
j.

[Fran Marie]

haha ..glad you can relate even
if rusting..yes I've been trying
to improve and revised my writings
adding a few here and there
always appreciate you reading
my work Jacob..thanks bunches..

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fran… such is Life… but we do Sprinkle generosity for grandchildren’s delight… with laughter and happy after. We become a Vessel to Spray Human Kindness. gently, Pat

[Fran Marie]

thanks Pat so much for
reading and your lovely review
I so much appreciate😊

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Fran.. I learn so much with the depth of your writing. I feel that this poem about an old Spigot is a Classic. Bravo and May Soring bring you a soft Rain of memories. gently, Pat