I asked the wishing well

I asked the wishing well
Why are you not true
For all the coins I spent
Tossing there for you

I wondered if perhaps
For others who had wished
If their dreams had found
Happiness and bliss

I looked into the well
And stared into the dark
I could not see my coins
I shot an echoed hark

I asked it doubtfully
Why are you not true
It answered repeatedly
Why are you, not true