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OctPoWriMo 2015….Day 7

What I wish was different

if wishes were horses
my father’d say
then beggars would ride
If wishes of old ladies were like the breeze
I’d feel as young as my mind says I am
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the bittersweet of aging
the loss of function for myself,
the loss of friends I thought would always be there
wishing they could be here just a day longer
fond memories to cherish to the end of my day
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the knowledge I have now…
the tasks of growing and living wisely
I wish I’d known much sooner
not to be ~ as others say
good and otherwise serve me well
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if wishes were horses,
we’d all ride into the sunset as one
daisy chains in our hair
singing about the changing times
saving the earth and its people

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photo: (c) 2015 Saradunn Hippie Van in Marboro by Sea, Maine still ready to travel, curtains in the windows

photo: (c) 2015 Saradunn
Hippie Van in Marboro by Sea, Maine, USA
still ready to travel, curtains in the windows

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