A Faulty Choice Poem by Vinti Jetley

We treat life like a wishing well.
Where coins lie at a depth unseen.
They bear the weight of many a pledge,
And lose their hue and sheen.

Coins like precious moments of life,
Are thrown each day in this well.
We tie our goals and dreams to them,
With a hope to buy, we sell.

We often treat them as worthless dimes,
Their relevance fades with passing time.
I wish I would go back to this wishing well,
And get those dimes from the depth of hell.

I would gather them in my trembling hands,
And whisper in a quivering voice
"I wish I had kept you in my box of jewels
And made a wiser choice."