THE WORD

MISSING YOUR WATER

The Byrds got this song from a long time ago called “You Don’t Miss Your Water.” The rest of the refrain goes,”… until your well runs dry.”

A true thing for sure. Like it’s about taking things for granted. Ignoring this and that. Not paying due respect to the things that we love, to the things that sustain us. Forgetting to visit old friends and new friends and staying in touch with family and community. When something is taken away, you realise just how important it was – or wasn’t – but then its too late because its gone. Stuff like freedom. Like water. Like friends. Like microphones.

Hope to see you at one the thirst-quenching open microphone events in April. Details on the following pages for NgAng’s Gallery, The Dangerous Kitchen and the Mussel Inn.

Peace
Mark Raffills
Golden Bay Live Poets Society

Listen to “You Don’t Miss Your Water” here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2AnszaTyy8&t=86s

You don’t miss….

I got to drink the water from a broken cup
And then with my eyes I forgot to look up
To the cottonwool clouds hanging in the sky
I didn’t realise they were just passing by

Knocked on the door of an old friend I had
There was no answer, I left there feeling bad
Maybe they had died and gone far away
Maybe I will come back and check another day

Saw a man in a striped suit, no shirt or tie
I knew I should have stopped and asked him why
He was standing in a stone room with iron bars
Someone had taken away all the yellow stars

Saw my sister lying with a pillow on her bed
She was trying to remember things in her head
I said, please don’t leave me standing here
All I have to give you is this silver stream of tears

Saw a girl speaking so softly no one could hear
The microphone was switched off over there
Out on the dusty corners of the devil’s street
The story-teller had forgotten just how to speak

Mark Raffills