Coins in a Wishing Well

twin2

We are all coins,
in a wishing well.
Some make a safe landing,
and some repel.

Some in the middle,
some on the outskirts.
Some missed the well,
and landed in the dirt.

Some are on the edge,
ready to tumble down.
Some are no where to be found!

The big man tosses us,
where we need to go.
Handfuls at a time,
always ready to throw.

I guess it makes,
an entertaining show.

Kovo

I like your take on it, would never have thought of it.

twin2

Thanks. I don't know how or why I even came up with that.

depopulationINC

makes my want to be a coin...lotsa gropin. Wait. No, that works both ways I guess.....hmm....dilllema. Nice poem anyways

ISN

that's a good idea for a poem - it reminds me of the seeds in the bible that land on fallow land or on rocky ground......interesting, thanks