Friend of the young and old <br />Party gifts of natures own <br />What will be of lives full <br />You holder of natures burden <br />That is filtering in bits of mix hue <br />Downing heats of complex mix <br /> <br />Secrets existing in different folds <br />Coming as a story to be hold <br />Filtering away in different fixes <br />Flowing out with drags of measure <br />Closing on dirt in the morning hour <br />And cleaning of beds at close of day <br /> <br />You are becoming a place idolized <br />Taking your turn on humans own <br />Waste-bin of solids and mixes, <br />Weights of resounding whistles <br />As you go down measuring waste <br />And draining in colors of water <br /> <br />Many are the cravings of the man <br />The little hole even taking the fan <br />As others are sitting and burning <br />Their quest for lustful desires <br />As the master push in and out <br />Mounting his joy on a little hole <br /> <br />The hole is laughing in doses <br />Patiently waiting for the next visitor <br />Yet it open receiving the next owner <br />That are several but never <br />Disappointing the owners noses <br />Even in the late nights or darkness<br /><br />enne aig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-water-closet/
