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. 🙂