An ode to the shower

Where we hum in gay abandon
tunes that we can't hold
Where we wash away our secrets
untamed, unnamed, untold
Where we weep until the water
goes hot- warm -tepid- cold
What is it about the shower
that makes us so bold?

[Had written this ^ long ago..a few words here and there were different I think...but hey!]

Old memories returning
to haunt awoken days
I can hear them echo
down long forgotten ways

...Anita Iyer