The Story of the Well


An undernourished well receives no sympathy,

Once used, or unreplenished they leave me to nature;

Suddenly I am now a landmark of where others used me,

And then deserted me, once I was spent.


Yet, I am not done, but rather waiting,


Until I can be of service again.

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