THE SAVANNAH WELLS
On the green grassy land
A couple of wells lay
Two wells laying still in a Savannah,
And sorry I could pick both not
And be one
A century I took to glare and behold them
And scrutinized the first one as much as I could
To check for bends and moth in the undergrowth;
Then turned to the other, as just and as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because the way to it is grassy
And wanted a first shave
To draw the first of it's waters
Though as for that the passing of time
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
No one had claimed any
Oh, I left the unshaven for another day!
Yet knowing that experience is the best teacher
I doubted if I could ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two wells in the savanna,
And I chose the one shaven, bend and with moth,
And that made all this difference
Coz it was the best water for my flower
In the drought, it keeps moisture in the garden
As for the other
I never went back though
But he who picked it cries
That now, everyone else drinks of its waters
That the well cant water flowers
That the well opens to any footsteps
He complains
The well drained
The well unshaven
Which one shall you chose?
©Demetrius White
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