“Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.”
When penning the Rime of the Mariner, what did Coleridge think?
With so much water all around, we should have no parched lip,
Yet twixt the water and the lip, there’s many a proverbial slip!
We get water from the rivers and from the melting snow
Water from below the ground and regular rain water flow
We have water in ponds and we have water in lakes
Ironical that men should thirst despite the water that nature makes!
All the water that is there, that bounteous nature lavishes
Is more than enough for mankind’s needs but not for mankind’s ravishes!
If rain water was harvested instead of letting it just slip
Every man could have his fill, we would have no parched lip!
If thirst is a problem here, it’s not for lack of provision
There’s enough water to feed two Earths, but sensible use is our commission
“Waste not, want not” is an age-old saying
Fail to use our brains, and for rain we’ll end up praying!
