A Leaking Clay Pot I am

 

An empty clay pot I am

With many holes in me

I can’t hold much of water

Rejected and sad to see

My mistress takes me tho’

To the village well everyday

And fills me with water

As if a little game to play

By the time she’s home

Half the water’s run out

The other half on plants

She pours that are about

Other pots and jars laugh

Point finger at me to jeer

My mistress might sell me off

To the garbageman, I fear

In my sorrow I was weeping

Under a tree an evening late

Sending up my sighs to God

For my hopeless fallen fate             

“Thanks for giving us water,”

Spoke a voice from the tree

“You saved our life from heat

Beside the path none care see

Truly, the plants and trees beside

Were joyful in lively green

In my blind an’ dumb despair

The lives around I’d not seen

Let the mistress sell me off

On the earth, I do not care

In heaven’s eyes I’m worth

Precious, unique and rare

I go on doing what I can

For the sidelined and low

It’s not so fast and flashy

I hold the limping and slow

Xavier Bage

Wed, April 6, 2016

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