El Vaso De Agua

“Could I have a glass of water?”

As the hoarsely-spoken words passed the ancient lady’s thin lips,

I reminded myself I had to be nice to that creature in a decline since she broke both hips;

She may even lose her temper!

Or she may remember that day when she heard this on the television:

“Could I have a glass of water?”

It was a singsong question in the sweet and soft voice of a child,

Which made Granny less grumpy and almost human for a while,

As she watched him die of thirst and hunger…

And, perhaps, the boy, in a daze, remembered that day when he heard this on the television:

“Could I have a glass of water?”

Oh how the boy’s mother hated that grovelling noise!

And the sight of that unctuous fiend and his unpalatable poise!

Yet she feared the politician’s corrupt acts of power…

So she preferred to dream of these words she once heard on the television:

“Could I have a glass of water?”

Her blond hair spread across a giant white pillow, a most beautiful lady recovers from a frightful malady;

She is tenderly attended by a dashing young man, whose despairing love – his ardent sighs and passionate declarations – makes them both melancholy…

She wanted in her life this kind of glass of water!