If I could be paid for my wishes and
I'd be very wealthy indeed,
I could afford all the things
that I want,
Not merely those that I need.
I could live in
the finest of mansions,
Look down from its' site on a hill,
know the feel of hunger and cold,
Be grateful that I never
I would never again dread the time of month,
all of my payments come due,
I'd wish to be able, to pay them with
Be happy that my bills were few.
I would peel all
away, my hardest years,
Take several steps back in time,
the years, when I was forced to...
Dig deeply for even a
I wouldn't have any gray in my hair,
I'd be rid of
lines in my face,
Birthdays would stop, when I reached thirty
No aging as time hung in space.
I'd wish for more
days of brightest sunshine,
For me and also for you,
For our tears
to be, like gentle spring rain,
Followed by clear skies of
Far more important, than any wealth,
Would be my
dream for world peace,
I'd wish that mankind, could get along,
that all wars then would cease.
All of my dreams, each new
wish I make,
Fall short of making me rich,
Part of the 'dreamer',
inside of me,
That others may call a glitch.
12/26/04 Loree (Mason) O'Neil