Whatever happened to the wishing well?
It's gone the way of the selenium cell.
No place anymore to close your eyes
And implore for growth in your dollar supplies.
No occasion to whisper to yourself
An invitation to the romantic elf.
The well, or fountain, has been paved over,
Rock-hard surface, not even bush clover.
But wait--dreams of love and glory
Have sprung up, same aim, same story.
The lottery! Where fame and fantasy thrive,
Where joy's a given, not a test drive.
How's it differ from the wishing well?
You use a bill to ring the bell.
So here's what defines this prayerful caper--
You're tossing not metal coins, but paper.
