Wishing Coins

In the garden, by the fountain, I was sitting in a chair. As the visitors approached, I saw them hesitate and stare. For the pool of water glittered With a sea of silver change. Not one warning sign was posted, Which to me was kind of strange. I imagine out-of-towners Or some locals on a tour Make a wish and toss their coins, Which settle on the fountain floor. Do these people think their wishes Have a chance of coming true? Or is tossing coins in fountains Just a thing that people do? If you add up all the money That museum fountain gleans, It could really be a fortune; And I’m curious – who cleans? But much more, I wonder if the wishers May be disenchanted When they realize that their wishes Somehow never do get granted. Still, most people think it’s fun To make a wish and throw a coin; And if I am honest, I’ll admit At times I’m apt to join.