Wishful Thinking

As children we’d gather and toss Dimes in wells, our to do wish Old dreams wither in winter but hope thaws in the spring, a new wish Mine hands clasped in silent prayer But no answer to my true wish Time’s up, too many rain checks love, Prithee grant that overdue wish Our eyes meet and my heart grows still Now tell me love what do you wish? my first attempt at a ghazal.