Two men walk the desert sands,
a glass of water in their right hands.
They travel long but dare not drink.
They know it’s all, or so they think.
The air is still; the sun burns bright.
One travels heavy, the other light.
One moans and sighs each step he takes.
The other hums and contemplates.
The time to rest is drawing near.
One sighs relief; one suffers fear.
They both sit still on the scorching sand,
and gaze at the glass in their right hand.
As fate would have it, they both soon sight
a piece of rock in the golden light
on the bottom of the glass,
a horrible sight, to the man who moans with fear and fright.
In quick disgust he tosses it down on
the thirsty sand , the savage ground.
On the other hand, the humming man
places the rock in his open hand.
He lifts it to God in the blazing strife
with a prayer of thanks,
he drinks his life.
LBOliverio
