Poetry / Winter
The pump froze again today, the
sudden cold snap halted water and
I hung on the useless arm
and cried. A hundred times you showed
me how to get water, but you knew
even then that I was never much
good at mechanical things.
I know that the pump will sit, alone
in the corner of the yard, lonely,
until spring comes to thaw the
water into life again. I know there
will be a hundred little reasons
I will long to have you back with me.
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Nice to read a poem that actually is meaningful! Don’t change anything.
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nice well written piece, also very sorrowful which i liked
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