A COIN IN THE FOUNTAIN
A COIN IN THE FOUNTAIN
I saw it lay there, in the fountain
Among all the hopes and dreams
Humbled in such rich company
As a mere miserable copper coin
Not so much as that widow’s mite
But worn smooth with age and use
And despite a bright afternoon sun
No gleaming surfaces like the rest
Yet with a shine enough to reflect
A modest wish when it was tossed
That peaceful lives can be resumed
And all painful memories dispersed
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