The Woman Of The Well, Page 3 Of 3 Poem by John Bliven Morin

And time has passed and years
gone by, I married long ago;
A fair, fine woman was Kathleen,
And sure, I loved her so.
She bore me four fine children
Before she had to go.

The children now are grown, alas,
For all live far away.
They write as often as they can
At Christmas and birth-day.
I know they’d visit now and then,
Had they a bit more pay.

Now age has come upon me;
I'm bent and all can tell
I walk with gait unsteady;
Last week it was, I fell
While searching, ever searching
For the Woman of the Well.

Many a country road I’ve walked
Through wooded hill and glen,
And many an ancient oak I’ve seen
As I travel in my pain.
The Galway wind e'er whispers
“All in vain, t’is all in vain.”

Copyright (C) 2003 John Bliven Morin