THE WELL IS DRY

To flourish and grow, love must be shared...

THE WELL IS DRY

From days of youth, the well was dug.
It's contents aught required a jug.
No water there on solid ground,
But from its mouth...the sweetest sound!

This well was not the common kind...
Reflections glare one did not find.
This well of love from in the heart,
Laid bare parched lips right from the start.

The lovers tried to mend their well
Before complacency befell.
The work was hard...their hearts grew tired:
They soon forgot love's passion fire.

Now many summers since have passed.
The well is dry and lonely cast.
For love not shared dies bit by bit,
Because no one drank of it.
~~

Reviews

[R Smith]

that is great Sharon, I love your rhyming always, you do it so effortlessly a true writer and this reflection on the well of love drying up is so apt in these days, we all need to go to the well regularly because we are letting love die in this world every day, wonderful work my great friend :)

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much Richard for a wonderful review. Your words give my day a beautiful start! Be blessed my treasured friend. ~Sharon

[hanir]

Wow! I love the flow!
Nicely written!
Marvelous. 😊

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you for your kind review my dear! ~Sharon

[Desert Knave]

This could be a description of so many love affairs / marriages / even friendships. It is strange how a well dries up strictly because we neglect to drink from it. Kudos. ~Jim

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you Jim for a very nice review! Always good to hear from you bro. ~SP

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sharon... to have known the pure
taste of love drawn from a living well
gives life a gentleness of music rendered
on a summers day... sweet poetry by a
talented lady. truly, Pat

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much Pat for your lovely review of this write! ~Sharon