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The Wishing Tree

A charming sweet youth
Wandered through life
A bit awkward
To say uncouth
Stumbling through
The toils of life
He stumbled upon
An archaic tree
Wishing on
It's old wearied branch
wishing he was
older than he.
With a subtle whack
The tree hit back
And said ‘Thou inane youth you would rather be old like me? '
With a bump on his head
Leaves began to sprout
His flexible limbs
Turned to stalwart tims
Now all that he sees
Are old green leaves
And the old boy began to sap.
Then a new youth appeared
And he gleamed with joy
'Look at me, ' he cheered
'I am a brand new boy.'
He looked at the tree
And sweetly smiled
'Now you wish you were me
A happy child! '

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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