That old well,
You used it,
It nurtured you,
Gave you what you needed,
Sustained you,
Quenched your thirst,
Bathed you,
It gave and you took,
Bit by bit you emptied him,
You were happy during the boon,
Sour in drought,
It struggled to provide,
As you dried him out,
Barren and empty,
Unable to help you,
Or any after you,
You left for greener pastures,
He remains,
That poor old well.