A dull plunk
The penny has sunk
Another slips through my hand
As at the wishing well I stand
A wish for me
As simple as can be
Contemplating my decision
Like a surgeon about to make his first incision
Trying to decide
The struggle inside
My wish is done
Time for some fun
My wish I'll never tell
As I start back down the woodland trail
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem