Wishes

What if every wish you made
Was granted straight to you
The pony you wanted when you were six
The girlfriend at 22?

The cars, the house,
The super strength
You thought would make you tough
The job you sought, without the work
Would that then be enough?

Where would you be at life’s end
When all these things were yours
Would you wish you wished for so much less
And enjoyed life so much more?

We talk about a dying wish
And its never for a thing
It’s to be remembered
To have more time
To play and laugh and sing

The items that we cherish most
When we look back on it all
Are the ones that are intangible
That can’t be beckon called

So next time that you make a wish
Make sure you spend it wise
For what you think want right now
May mean nothing at your demise.

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