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Well
Well
I was walking across my desert life and fell
upon my knees when ahead I saw a water well
I could not believe what I saw in front of me
Was it real or was it a mirage I did see?
I crawled closer upon the hot desert sand
I reached and pulled myself up by hand
I sat there beside the water well with a thirst
Looking down into the dark I expected the worst
I reached out and grabbed the rope hanging there
I slowly started pulling up the bucket in the hot air
My parched lips prayed for cool water with each tug
Just one drop to me would be like a full jug
I do not know which was the worse
My anticipation or my unquenchable thirst
As the bucket got closer I wondered what I would see
Would it be filled with water or would it be empty
I listened closely for the water to make a sloshing sound
as I pulled that bucket up from the ground
I heard nothing but the sound of blowing hot wind
Had I been fooled by the lonely desert once again?
Finally I put the bucket bedside me on the water well
Dipped in a dipper I had found that must have fell
I put it to my dry lips and I could feel cool water fall
over my lips and down my throat as I drunk it all
I had been saved by a long ago water well thought dried
Like a once abandoned heart left with love still inside
I was walking across my desert life and fell
upon my knees when ahead I saw a water well
I could not believe what I saw in front of me
Was it real or was it a mirage I did see?
I crawled closer upon the hot desert sand
I reached and pulled myself up by hand
I sat there beside the water well with a thirst
Looking down into the dark I expected the worst
I reached out and grabbed the rope hanging there
I slowly started pulling up the bucket in the hot air
My parched lips prayed for cool water with each tug
Just one drop to me would be like a full jug
I do not know which was the worse
My anticipation or my unquenchable thirst
As the bucket got closer I wondered what I would see
Would it be filled with water or would it be empty
I listened closely for the water to make a sloshing sound
as I pulled that bucket up from the ground
I heard nothing but the sound of blowing hot wind
Had I been fooled by the lonely desert once again?
Finally I put the bucket bedside me on the water well
Dipped in a dipper I had found that must have fell
I put it to my dry lips and I could feel cool water fall
over my lips and down my throat as I drunk it all
I had been saved by a long ago water well thought dried
Like a once abandoned heart left with love still inside
Published 7th Mar 2018
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