Little penny of 1804

One amongst many at the bottom of the lake

Tempting, it is, to have one penny more

But cruel it would be, for a wish I would take.

Yes, each tiny penny a wish

And each silver dime a dream

A hopeful young child threw it in with a swish

And there it sits and gleams.

All the wishes of those gone and dead

Mementos of the past

I shall not break the thin and fragile thread

These memories were meant to last.

So instead I will just thrown my own penny in

And then, I guess everyone wins.