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I’m not well read

the red well said

and I wish I knew more about the world

all I ever read

are the reflections in me

rippling on the surface of my water

So I’d like you to lend,

me a novel or two,

The well said to the little boy

So I could read about some things

Like animals and trees

And the names of countries far away

But don’t you see

said he to she

You’ve read more than a lot of good people

Humans are books

and my darling well,

you’ve a gift for knowing their character

You know smiles and eyes

and read crinkly lines

that form on the skin when you’re older

Their chapters are years,

and dying’s their fear

and wells make the thirsty appear

Of that you’re a sower

and they chat as they lower

their buckets right into your depths

So you see you’ve read more

than the lot of us, yes

Because books aren’t really real life

We hide in their pages

for ages and stages

to escape from a world that’s not pretty

But you know many stories,

from farmers and boys

that pass by from town to your seat

Deciphering expressions

and reading the language

of the body and mind is quite a skill

and in the end,

isn’t book wisdom dead

if you can’t experience the world?

Well said, the well said

I’m happy to know

I’m not so uncultured as I thought

And you’re right – it’s better to know

how to dry someone’s tears

then how to fix the tears in a book

Cause bindings and glue

they’ll be there for you

forever and ever and ever

but people, they shrivel

and slow down and swivel

from life and fast speeds to slow death

Now, Thirsty Farmer approaches,

and my red well self is

so ready to help drink his thirst dry

And I’ll notice the crinkle

and in his eyes a wink, he’ll

thank me like he does every day

Thanks for just listening,

You’ve read me well, red well

and to be known is to be loved just the same