Three children, young girls, sitting around a campfire…
watching the flames and eating s’mores…
telling stories, and wondering about their futures…
watching their imaginations soar…
I want to be a dancer…no a doctor…and cure people of their aches…
I want to be a chef, a baker…and put icing on the cakes…
And it made me think back to when I was a boy
sitting around a campfire…eating s’mores…
telling stories, wondering about my future…
What was I wishing for?
Of course that was a long time ago…my memories are a blur…
and when I think about my wishes then…I can’t remember what the were.
If old me was to go back in time…to young me he would profess…
Wish to be a kind and gentle person…wish for happiness.
Wish for a family who loves you…wish for a life without too much turmoil…
wish for friends who make you smile…wish for grandchildren you can spoil.
Wish to be the best person you can be…every moment you’re awake
Wish for someone to grow old with…
after all…the rest…
is just icing on the cake.
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