Worthless wish

What is a wish worth?
A coin, five cents or ten?
To leap from a cliff, splashing
in shallow waters?  To run
with the bulls, praying not
to be struck?  To dance or
sing, in front of strangers? To
look to the heavens, dropping
enough tears?  What is a wish
worth?  A return to the well to
add more money?  To gaze upon
stars or a crystal ball?  To shake
the hand of another?  Or, to
makes promises one cannot
keep?  A wish, a hope, a dream,
a longing for something impossible;
or maybe, just maybe, a purpose
which will never surface until
you move, forward, stepping
where you have yet to go.

                                Jaymes Ian Woode

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