WISHES

Wishes sat by the roadside
dejected and forlorn
they have long been waiting
for the hand to claim their own
but nobody dared come near
for wishes exact a price
many opt to hide
behind contentment's guise. 

One wish says she is Love
She looks rather old 
Her hope springs eternal
she'll find the one - free and bold
to surrender his life and will
for her to treasure and hold.

By the pond lies Wisdom
contemplating the world
In him rests counsel
forgotten and untold.
When will that one come
he -  who knows he's a fool
if he allows himself 
to be his own ego's tool?

Conspicuously absent 
are, of course, Fame and Fortune
They hardly ever rest
obliging some ambition
Often they are called
as a matter of need
to appease some desire
often masking some greed
What the dreamer doesn't know
they demand the steepest price
a truth good old King Midas
had  belatedly realized.
Ah! What  wishes disappear
where Fame and Fortune rule
blinding one to all other dreams
which can make one whole? 

for: dVerse Poets’ Poetics: Wishful Thinking. Mish wants us to write about (our) wishes. 🙂