Unwishes

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If wishes were horses,

I could make a living out of misery

And cash on my losses.

I could shoot begging to luxury.

If I could build castles in the sky,

I could tend a garden on the clouds,

I could make the stars sigh,

And repaint twilight in shades of brown.

But wishes are fickle things;

You can’t trade one for a glass of milk,

And you can’t unwish one tragedy,

You can’t wish your rags into silk.

You can’t wish your wishes were magic,

And you can’t find one living genie;

Their memories gather dust in some attic.

Wishes are horses you win thro dealing.

Akpan