Through thick and thin and dreadful headache brought on by sinus pressure and changing weather and terribly busy morning, I finally bring you the first poem of the day – a statement poem. My statement is:
Be Careful What You Wish For
If you wish for rain
. . . pack for a flood.
If you wish for a fish
. . . don’t forget about Jonah.
If you wish for money
. . . say goodbye to all your friends.
If you wish for wisdom,
. . . expect many more trials.
If you wish for more time
. . . you will grow older, and everything will slow down.
If you wish for sunshine
. . . watch out for a sunburn.
If you wish for more wishes
. . . expect dandelions.
If you wish for more patience,
. . . guess that it will soon be sorely tried.
If you wish for your one true love
. . . you may find a friendly stray dog.
If you wish your headache would stop,
. . . prepare for zombies (they want your braaainns).
If you wish for Friday to get here faster
. . . you may find yourself waking from a coma one Friday.
If you wish everyone would just go away
. . . you will probably find yourself lonely.
If you wish for more time with loved ones
. . . you may find yourself on the other side of this life.
If you wish you were more like your mom or dad
. . . look in the mirror and smile.