The Four Wishes

When I was younger,
how I longed and longed to be older!
I'm old.

When I was younger,
how I pined for a choice of the women!
They're mine.　

When I was younger,
how I aspired to write and to publish!
I do.　

When I was younger,
an innocent wish could charm the future;
alas,　

when I was younger,
I was too young to desire time
to rhyme.

Thomas Land
 
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