What, er..

Try living without me

See how far you get

You need me more than anything

Well ok, cept oxygen and sunlight

Even so, I’m not too far behind that

You don’t take care of me

So when I’m gone you’ve only got yourself to blame

Why do you treat me like I’m replaceable?

As if I’ll always be there and come back?

You keep taking me for granted

It’ll be your loss

Cause you’ll miss me more than you could possibly know

You place value on material things

Things like clothes, silver and gold

Even food and the house you live

But make no mistake

Once the last river runs dry

And the last human tears fall

There won’t be a drop of me left to drink

 ©Rob Spencer 2023

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