The Well

I went to the well
To draw water
I really needed a drink
I looked forward to satiating my thirst
But again it was dry
Dry dry dry
There was nothing
Just a drop or two
I used to be satisfied
With that little
Or so I told myself
I thought that was all I was worth
All I could reasonably ask for
All I could hope for
I'm not satisfied any more
It's too small
Too limited
Because I know
The well has an abundance
It is deep and rich and plentiful
Its just not forthcoming or generous
It has tonnes of water
But it only relinquishes a drop
Or two
Or none
For the energy I invest
To bring the bucket up into the light
I shed more drops of sweat
Than the well gives me
I am sick, tired, empty
For two drops of water
The well is being stingy
Perhaps it's time to try a different well