Wish In One Hand...(A quick poem)

I awoke with much quickness as the owl howled it's craziest thoughts,
Screaming at me it's wisdom sharing the lessons that he was twice taught,
First as a child and then as a Father, importance is equal,
Beware of the fact that your life it is lethal,
Terminally ill, we last and we linger,
Avoiding somehow the touch of death's finger,
Struggling to find time when time we used to waste,
Living with blind faith, pray to the Lord our souls to take,
Avoiding the cries and the blood on the street, we sleep,
Wishing there could magically be peace,
But as the old saying goes I was told by my Mother,
Wish in your one hand and then shit in the other...


See which one gets full first