A Wish is a Dish

A wish is a dish

On a hook for a fish

Who forgot he had

What he thought he missed

Missed he may

What was in the bay

But the vice had pierced the virtue

Other fish warned

Despite a skeptic’s scorn

“The hook will certainly hurt you!”

But the worm did wriggle

Which made the fish giggle

So he sped off to bite his prize

The fisherman pulled

And the fish who’d been fooled

Soon met his demise

The fisherman though

Rejoiced in his boat

For the bounty he’d come to own

He guffawed with pride

That through and by and by

His patient skillful stride

He’d dom’d this ponded beast; full grown

The fish was his dish

And the hook the niche

Whereby he fulfilled his focused desire

Sitting on the bank

To the spirits giving thanks

He cooked his prey over fire

But behind him asleep

In some woods not too deep

Lay a bear of considerable size

When that smell did waft

Into her nose so soft

The bear did open her eyes

With a grumble and a growl

The bear was on the prowl

Till it spied the source of the slice

The fisher with a lurch

Exclaimed as though churched

“Spare my sacrifice!”

With a single swift swipe

As with a sharp knife

The fortunate fisher lay, slain

No expense was spared

Whether bald or haired

From the toes to the wrinkles in the brain

The bear did eat

And considered it a treat

To feast on fish and man alike

These creatures all lived

And the same did seek

For what they were most psyched

Therefore it seems

That desires and dreams

Lead us to look for what we lack

The actions that we take

And dispositions of ours do make

The systems we learn to hack

To know what you desire

And see it crystal clear

May not quell your phantoms of fears

But if you follow your bliss

The path you can’t miss

To make the most of uncertain years

And if you happen to fall

While answering the call

Of your natural inclination

May your heart be full

Of strength unannulled

For death is an initiation