Hi there! I hope you enjoy this evening’s poem – I was aiming particularly for a consistent rhyme scheme with this one.
I wished upon a shooting star,
As I often do,
And though I don’t tell anyone
My wishes don’t come true.
Once I wished that I could fly –
A naive wish, perhaps;
And once I wished that I could find
Some ancient treasure maps.
I wished for love, and that my crush
Would also fancy me;
Although I’m sure that fate can’t make
Book characters reality.
I used to wish for material things;
I thought they’d make me glad.
But then I turned on the TV
And it only makes me sad.
So now I wish, and wish, and wish,
And pray and beg to fate,
That the world could learn to love again
Instead of all this hate.