The Fontana

Arriving in Rome, awakened and upbeat 

A vision of artistry, so excited to meet.

Shifting through the crowds, in the distance I observe

Someone is hurt, striking a nerve.

Hand grasping the cobblestone, wheels moving forward

An amputee without legs, balancing on a board.

Extending one arm, palm open toward the sky.

People looking away, without blinking an eye.

To the Fontana di Trevi is where I was heading

What will happen to them, is what I was dreading

Throwing coins in the fountain, useless myth seeking

Abandoned and in despair, my heart was fleeing

Choices we make, to give and to get

Not assisting her that day, I will forever regret