There is a wishing well where I live, filled with coins down the bottom, some are shiny, some old, some rusting into the water. Circles of copper, silver, aluminum and gold. Here I will take a bet, throw my first quarter into the pond, There it falls with a bubbly thud. Day by day I will sit by it, murmur a silent prayer, Doing nothing as the sun set. So when the dawn comes, I will get exactly the opposite of what I wished for, My coin lost among the thousands, In this miraculous wishing well.