Poem -

Wishes

You could wish for a better life

a million dollars

or a beautiful wife

but dont

because if you wish it means you cant achieve

wishing is for the times when you cant do something

dont wish just because you want to

when you have to though

then go ahead

all I am saying is that the same wishes that you used from that shooting star

could benefit someone whos dieing where they are

someone out there could use the wish you wasted

someone out there could live another day

you take life for granted

you act fancy when you find that your feet are planted

because you have nothing wrong

you are perfect in the eyes of those who dont have much but sad songs

sad stories when they tell one

and scars from experiencing hell once

why wish upon a starย 

when you have everything someone else would want

when you have a home and a loving family

nextdoor is a shelter for the homeless in the city

its filled fully

with human beings who could have used that same wish

who are starving and would kill for a simple sandwich

why did you waste that shooting star

why did you wish for something that you already have & are

its dumb

next time think about others

and then maybe you will realize that you are middle class

and dont need that wish that the homeless could use to eat

or that the blind folks could have used to see

or the trapped could have used to be freed

next time

just think.

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