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268. The Wish

I dropped a penny into a well
And watched it hit my mark
I was just about to make a wish
When the sky became gray and dark
A voice bellowed from deep below
And cautioned me to choose most wise
Needless to say I nearly peed my pants
Not knowing the origin of these cries
I regained my composure and looked around
I spoke as best I could
I asked who was addressing me
And answer to get I hoped I would
A moment later the voice did speak
It told me that life wasn’t what it seemed
It counseled me that I could wish for peace
Or for all the wealth I had ever dreamed
My mind was filled with visions of cures
The hurt and infirmed arose from their beds
Weapons of mass destruction were destroyed
And helmets flew skyward from warrior heads
And then I saw the look of wealth
Women and splendor were at my feet
I had more cash than everyone
And my picture adorned every city street
To choose between the two was quite hard
For I had suffered through bankruptcy and pain
I knew both sides of the coin I had tossed
And either decision held much for me to gain
But I delayed for a moment just too long
For another coin broke the watery surface below
I turned to see who had done such a thing
My wish was gone but I prayed it wasn’t so
I yelled for the voice to return and speak
But it was the stranger who now talked to me
He said I seemed in such a horrible mess
That he wished for a moment of peace to come to me
Without another word he turned and left
And no matter how many coins I did throw
The voice never returned to speak to me
Of my choice the world would never know


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