WISHES
Wishes are for fools, probably the largest group of people on earth. Some call wishes, hopes, dreams, fantasies, but add them up and you will find a big fat zero. Believers in their value abound. They declare coincidence is non-existent and continue to rely on faith, gods of all kinds, luck, both good and bad. They are all bananas growing on the same bunch and I must be overseer of the farm.
Has there been a day in my life I have not uttered or merely thought 'I wish ...this, I wish... that? Right now I wish I could play the zither as the Third Man Theme lilts from my stereo. I never could, never will play the zither. Before that, I wished for a parking space close to the supermarket and that wish came true. The market was closed for Easter, giving me a pick of 1000 places. Was the Monkey's Paw working?
Underlying those wishes was my desire for calls from out-of-town, from a lady with whom I would like to become more friendly and responses from an ad I had placed. The phone sits beside me, quiet, ringless, unaware of my fading wishes. Did I not wish away my childish freckles only to get big, brown liver spots on my arms and hands?
Did I not hate my red hair, wanting it to be blond, and getting my wish right out of a bottle as the red turned to gray? What a busy monkey!
Did I not hate my red hair, wanting it to be blond, and getting my wish right out of a bottle as the red turned to gray? What a busy monkey!
How many times did I wish to be invited to a prom or to get a great guy for my own? Those dreams washed away with so many high school dreams. I wished, I wished. I wished, 'oh, Husband mine, kiss me, tell me you love, surprise me with words not money.' No god above whispered in his ear but that is because I offered god no help. 'I wish you would get out of here. Leave me alone.' That was easy. I leave.
I wish all the wars would end. Peace should come.' That was hard. Nobody listens. The power of the masses doesn't work either. I am learning to be more careful as I wished he would lose a few pounds and he got cancer. My faith, my longing to make magic happen is gone yet—
I wish–I wish–I wish I could make my dreams come true
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