WHEN YOU WISH. . . .

WHEN YOU WISH. . . .

                 Ed Iacona



When the love of my life left us

And wrote us out of her script

She left her family sad and hurting

And me emotionally ripped.



I spent the days in contemplation

Sifting through the all years

Until comes night with lack of light

When shadows can hide the tears.



To find a little glimmer

Of reconcilable hope

I consulted first the guidance

Of my daily horoscope.



I asked a toy "Magic Eight Ball"

And turned it over for it's say

The answer in the window showed

"It's Certain", "Unclear" or "No Way!"



I tried to use a Ouija board

To get an answer true.

Problem with my using one

To use it, it takes two.



I have a best friend, a physic

An expert with decks of Tarot

Will there be a return of my beloved?

But her cards could not show.    



There's a website that grants real wishes,

And to me that sounded great!

To make them come true one must

Comply with the magic power of "8".



Write an "8" upon a card and

Then show it to the moon.

Recite your wish specifically

And it will come true soon.



I drew an "8" most carefully

And to this I shall attest

After showing it to the moon

The moon was not impressed.



I guess there is no real "Secret"

For it is my found contention

For no matter how hard I tried

There is no "Power of Intention"



All I wanted was a solution and

For this I was willing to do my part

But no matter what I tried I found

That only God can change one's heart.  






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