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Thirst
by
Mike Humphreys
 
As I journeyed came a thirst to quench
When I met a man who offered drink
Into a glass he poured an inch 
From a flask of gold I think

I bid him grace
But begged for more
For this but a taste 
And my throat very sore

He said, your thirst is small so this will do
But as you grow, your thirst will too
When you thirst, there shall I be
With flask of gold for you from me

I journeyed long with my pallet drenched
When once again a fire burned
I pleaded from the fire quenched
With flask of gold as said, he returned

I begged for the whole, as he stared with content
But only three fingers poured he in a glass
He said it's all you need for it's all you've spent
And once again my thirst did pass.

Again he replied,

Your thirst is small and this will do
But as you grow, your thirst will too
When you thirst, there shall I be
With flask of gold for you from me

Onward I pressed in search of my goal
While my throat grew dry as a dune
My journey began to take a great toll
I prayed to see the golden flask soon

As twice before said would he
And twice before he did
Poured from his flask a glass for me
And from my throat my thirst was rid

Again I heard,

Your thirst is small and this will do
But as you grow, your thirst will too
When you thirst, there shall I be
With flask of gold for you from me

Many more times came my thirst 
And many more times did he
But just like the last was just like the first
Never the whole did he pour for me

Until the day my throat was parched
More so than had ever been
For now he said my throat was scorched
And the whole he gave me to take within

I drank from the flask then drank even more
But the flask did never run dry
The flask he gave me to keep ever more
And my thirst I bid ever good-bye