The Pump

The Pump

At first it is just a hand pump, red,
Water shooting out of it
Worn with age
Just a pump

It should be in a park with children
Running around
A dog being walked by
Flowers rising near to greet the sun

But I get a since of coldness from it
Untouched for a long time
Willing only to yield to a strong
Hand since rust has set in and
Supportive gentle pressure is needed

But, oh! The potential to offer
Cool refreshing water
Life giving but …
Right now there must be someone
Willing to be there