Assets Poem by Amera Andersen

O flowing river feed the well
Before you leave and say: “farewell”
You've gone away, the well is dry
I often ask and wonder why

It’s just a hole, an empty shell
O flowing river feed the well
You said that you would never end
And I believed you were a friend

I love that well, there is no doubt
It’s since dried up and left a drought
O flowing river feed the well
And keep me safe within your spell

The river’s gone, the well dried up
It left me with an empty cup
I'm lost in this financial hell
O flowing river feed the well