Life As A Bath Or Shower Poem by Blogging Paper

Life is a bath of racism, genocide and poverty;
of hunger, disease and depravity;
seemingly full of men machinating malevolently.
Too hot to jump straight in,
We’re too scared to ever begin
to live.
We test it gingerly with an elbow or toe,
whilst never contemplating how we could possibly know
whether we’ve lived.

Should life not be a shower of joy?
A continuous sprinkling of happiness,
of hugs, smiles and small generous offers
and likeable people who care for and love us.

So pull the plug and jump right in
as around our ankles everyone’s sin
is washed slowly away.
And as the shower begins to spray
down our necks humanity will trace
cleansing us; and collectively we’ll be a human race.