Old Wishing Well Poem by Iris Pan

In the woods, on a snowy night
With the snow falling down, casting an eerie light,
I saw a wishing well, right there standing all alone,
Though it was old, in my eyes it shone

I shuffled up the old wishing well,
Where the cold and warm wishes dwell,
I started to remember, all those foolish wishes I had once made
I started to remember, of the price I paid

I remember my past and present, filled with regret
Oh, how I wish I could forget!
This night I found a wishing well,
Where remembrance rebelled

I sat beside it, and started to weep
I cried and cried until I fell asleep,
When I awoke, I made one more wish,
"I wish every child has something to cherish."