As I try to walk across the street,
With my stick & sounds of watch tick...
Feeling the tiredness in my arm,
Blood running in veins nice & warm...
Memories of the past cross my mind,
Reason for wasting water, I couldn't find...
Running tap while brushing teeth,
Long showers, water flowing beneath...
Trees I cut, Making my house shine,
Big barrels without water instead wine..
Dancing in the rain and later cup of hot tea,
Water gushing on streets, like waves of sea..
As I stand in front of the Water Bank,
Ashamed & sad for being a foolish grandad.
If I could have saved water for the next generations ,
There would be no war, deaths and cries of sensations....