Overflowing

As a child
My well of sorrow
Was dug deep
By strong men
While I watched
And could not stop
I dipped my cup
To empty the well

As I grew
The well
Never ran dry
But remained hidden
Everyone
Had their own well
I dipped my bucked
To empty the well

Now
My well
Overflows
From hidden depths
Dug deep by
Those who are long gone
Who will never come
To empty it

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