The Wishing Well

a poem about lifes starts and endings, a personel effect of my own hardships

Pressed against the window pane
My thoughts inside me swell
All my hopes my mind has drained
Into the wishing well

The darkened pit of life is deep
Where all my treasures dwell
Gold and silver therefore seep
Into the wishing well

Memories and pipers dreams
So carelessly they fell
And landed on the rotted beams
Inside the wishing well

I take them out now and then
There stories I do tell
And toss them back when I am done
Into the wishing well


Bobbi Bischof