Fountain

the fountain sings the saddest song
in tears that fall and fall once more
reflected back upon former glories
days denied in water’s pure

the fountain knows just one song
and sings today as it did back when
lovers wished upon bright futures
this spring sang hopes and dreams back then

but now this song is lost and weary
so many wishes washed away
like marble bright worn round and dreary
to shadows of its former days.