Coins in a Wishing Well

twin2
twin2 Posts: 894
edited September 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
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.
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  • Kovo
    Kovo Posts: 255
    I like your take on it, would never have thought of it.
    I shouldn't have to fight a battle I'll never win, just to lose those I've never had.
  • twin2
    twin2 Posts: 894
    Thanks. I don't know how or why I even came up with that.
  • depopulationINC
    depopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    makes my want to be a coin...lotsa gropin. Wait. No, that works both ways I guess.....hmm....dilllema. Nice poem anyways
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    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 :)
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......

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