Life Isn'T Promised Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wishing into wells of water, throwing coins, hoping we will
be blessed with whatever our wish was.
Life is not promised in any way or aspect, except the
opportunity to live it and do what we can while we're here.
Remembering all the wishes sent into the air with a coin
being thrown into depths of a well.
Now much older, knowing that not a one of them has ever been
given to us, not one iota of those we've paid for through
trials and suffering.