Reflecting Pool

At a reflecting pool long I stood, Well, at least that's what the sign said; A reflecting pool in that quiet wood Where down a winding path I'd been lead. Until how I got there reflecting upon, That reflecting pool with its sign; I wondered if it would have dawned On me without that sign to remind. But when in Rome as they say, Staring into that pool reflecting; I wondered if I'd have come all that way If of that pool I'd been expecting. No probably not as into I gazed But still reflecting on a whim At my shallow thoughts amazed, Pretty soon stones I began to skim. And there it was in the waters rippled Across that pool interrupted; In the face of, surely crippled, I knew long ago I'd been corrupted.