Wishing Well
it is how i feel
i gave away my dreams
to the penny in a wishing well
i wished away my life
when i wished last night
but i do not min, it is alright
i have the secrets i will not tell
i can always wish
to the sound of a wishing well
the one which i need
in which i believe
i got what i wanted
but not in the way i imagined
if i wished correctly
in my wishing well
it does not matter though
i still know how i feel
James Garratt – August 1995
Wishing Well
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 