Wishes tickle the will of man.
Time propels him to shunt plans.
Second thought taught to warn
Shrugging it off, he clears his barn.
At first, the thought may glitter.
On second thought, his wish may clatter.
In short the dream could shatter,
Had his will married a slumber.
Wise enough to claim a star lest it fall?
Nor a full moon should it wane?
Pursuit of wealth, a fool’s only goal.
Material riches are only temporary,
Harsh reality with a super miss.