Wishes & Fishes

If wishes were fishes

then I would be swimming.

If wishes were horses,

well,

then I would ride.

I’m constantly wishing

my head full of happiness.

When do the smiles

make it to the outside?

I see why they question,

I see why they chide.

For among my successes

are their own dreams denied.

They envy my courage,

my strength

and my pride.

My list of

“I’ve done it’s”

which spans

ten miles wide.

Every thing

that I say that

I will do I have.

If not

I’m still striving

to make it be so.

Which is why I’ve been

everywhere that they want to be

plus several places they don’t think to go.