If all wishes were granted
the world’d come unglued-
some mountains would topple,
most governments too.
Would granting fulfillment
kill thirst on the vine?
No fruit of the spirit.
No waiting in line.
The songs about lovesickness
would drop minor chords,
and poets would dally
with limericks and torts.
To grant all the wishes
might invoke riots
where folks with day-yearnings
might want for the night.
Humankind’s never happiest
and not satisfied
unless something to strive for
is there to divide.
Yet, curious the issue
that lingers about –
this striving and conquering
leaves others out.
Their wishes pummeled,
Yes – they have them too.
If their wishes die
then the world’d come unglued.
Taps and Ratamacues 
Lovely!
Great poem expressing truth. If everyone’s wishes were granted, chaos would rule the world, not to mention giving one nothing to hope for.
Thanks Cathy. Yes. Truth.
great poem John. I like the sing-song quality of this poem and the light tone that you used about a subject that could get very dark. That third stanza tickled my funny bone.
Thanks Melinda!
You’re welcome 🙂
I enjoyed reading your poem. I like it a lot.
Regards, Rosie
Thank you!