Wish
May the sky, with changing hues
Be scattered with clouds far and few
May the sun ride from east to west
And on its bed at night to rest.
May faces fair or worn with care
Be creased with smiles from day to day
May little children laugh and play
Before time binds them in feet of clay.
Let us dance in the silver rain
To unheard music of sweet refrain,
Till time becomes merely the passing
Of seasons, slowly changing.
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Copyright 1999 Amis Lee
April '99