Wishes, more wishes to come. |
The WISHING WELL. Once upon a time, they say there was a little boy, so gay A magic penny in his hand in the wishing-well it did go. Not a splash nor a flash nor any sign of divine. How was he to know, that is not how it goes. It is not like the rain that falls on the plain. More like the dew in the morning sun. Shines like a diamond a flash of light – gone. A smile from someone in a moment to you . Laughter in the eyes from a loved one true. Words of thanks from strangers unknown. His girl's adoring ways making her daddy's day. Boys so bold and brave holding onto dad's hand. Blessings from gods unknown, unasked for. Waiting in a well for a penny from above was a frog – do tell. It waits for the pennies manna from heaven to add to its cache. To the giver it pays a wish everyday tho small to behold. For more wishes the boy has to be told a penny is far too little. Have to say, more wishes are available to the young and old. It does need more pennies and more belief, more hard work. Wishes are not free, the truth is so bold. *****This was prompted by a poem of redrocketricky ....which gave me the idea for this poem, thank you ***** |