A Well and a Watcher
By Douglas Knoll
Wishing well has over flown,
With the pennies of a million people.
But the wishes never see manifestation,
And they will not ever be seen, or touched.
The people seem to know this,
But when they see that sign,
That water controlled into a fountain,
They scour their possessions for a meaningless sacrifice.
Wishing well has over flown,
With the pennies of a single person.
Always coming back and throwing money,
Into the water for a kind of satisfaction.
Her eyes glance across the surface of the water,
And she notices the reflection,
But it isn�t clean or glistening,
And so she walks away.
Wishing well has over flown,
With the tears of the prideful one.
He sees the people throw the money,
And he sits and stares.
The people throw their coins of fortune in the lake,
And the homeless one is there to watch,
He watches them throw away their metal in search,
Of a single wish that always eludes them.
The wishing well has over flown,
With the hunger of a million.
Floating face-first on the surface of the pond are corpses,
And three inches beneath are worldly circles of power.
They watch the coins descend to the bottom,
And with them they see their lives fall as well.
Had they just thrown that money a few feet further,
It would really grant a wish.
Wishing well has over flown,
With the blindness of the masses.
They would rather throw their money into,
The pockets of a faceless corporation,
Which has never seen hunger, or felt the cold.
They would rather think that their wish is granted,
Than to actually grant and give one to another.
The wishing well has over flown,
The coins spilled at the watchers feet,
And yet he is too prideful to bend down to the masses� level.
He watches the people throw away what is worthless to them,
And wishes it could be worthless to him.
� Copyright Douglas Knoll
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