By David Alan Owens
I wish it were that we were friends Sharing those things we found common I wish we strolled along the Seine one day And talked with the others who were there I wish tomorrow might never stroll into our lives And chase away forever that seldom felt mood I wish I knew who would wish to become my friend Rather than cloistering in their private shells I wish I saw things the same as others see And learn from their hopes and dreams I wish others knew the depth of my sorrow For what the world has become today I wish humanity’s agony would lie still for a moment But one cannot change the course of time I wish time would stand silent for a while And allow us to grasp it’s beautiful mysteries I wish I could live life as a single moment Not to become lost in eternity’s vast emptiness I wish Spring’s flowers might blossom always I wish I knew the great question’s answer
David Allan Owens is an internationally published writer and poet.
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