It was hot that day…
They pulled a rope…A bucket came
And took their thirst away.
They cooled their faces playfully.,,
Put water in their hair…
Their heart seemed lighter as they did…
They smiled without a care.
I thought that I would take a drink…
My brow was furrowed….hot
But when I put the bucket down
Brown earth was all I got.
I shook my head and wondered why
It didn’t seem quite fair
That I would long to take a drink
And find that nothing’s there.
I tried once more…then tried again.
I really felt the fool.
I walked away and found a pond
And soon was feeling cool.
And so in life I have to ask
My heart and really think
Why I go fill my bucket
With the tears I cannot drink.
Perhaps a hope that with the seasons
Things will take a turn
Keep me trying… holding on…
And then it’s hard to learn
That times the bucket’s empty
And I really needn’t cry…
I chose a well and could not tell
That it is simply dry.
Jennifer Grant