Wishes Gathered to Jury Box Boredom
A man who left his wishes build up
A genie in court to grant wishes
Wishes Gathered (English sonnet)
Of things which were forgotten long ago
Among the myriads of were not so
Which dwelled within a heart too bound to see
Too bound by empty fashions life would show
Too bound by other’s views of how to be
Too bound by fear of secrets told of me
That wishes were a dream he would forego
And so he grew atop the world he knew
So proud of all that lingered in his sight
Reward he bought in all those bound by years
But in some sea a raging storm was due
It struck upon the quiet of his night
As waves of wishes reappeared as tears
A man's sea of wishes wash ashore in this English sonnet. In the first half, we have a man who put his wishes aside. This causes an ostinato that clogs the second quatrain. As the second part begins (the triplets), the man seeks refuge in his accomplishments. As the end comes. the man is overtaken by the sea.
When I was moving up the ranks in Masonry, I would visit the sick and shut in. I was not part of the sick and shut in committee, I was just an officer of the Lodge. By my fifth year of this practice I became very popular. A few people attributed me with magical healing powers. I just left it at that. In that fifth year, a wife asked me to visit her husband in the hospital. He was a very successful business owner. He was seriously ill. Facing death. He was very happy to see me and the chocolate cake I brought him. We talked for hours as his wife entered and left the room. He shared with me his life and how he became so successful, As time went on he shared with me the many, many sacrifices he made to bring him to this point. As he went on he told me of the wishes and moments he had put off. He started to cry. He shared with me how deeply he feared death and the regrets of his decisions. I stayed until the sedation the nurse gave him and the tears set him to sleep. That night, I reflected on how lucky I was not to have put of my dreams and wishes.
The story has a happy ending. The man's operation, though risky, was a success. He sold the business. I never saw the man again. ...because he was catching up on some wishes.
This whole thing, the sonnet and the story, is about not putting off our dreams and wishes. I have been around death more than most. Death is generally easier to accept by those who lived a satisfying life. Do the things we want to. Live those dreams. We may not be able to do them all, But do as many as possible. Do not put things off too long. There may be some dreams that are out of reach. 1) Are they really? 2) Where there is a will, there is a way. 3) Can the dream be modified? 4) How are others doing it? Accept that you are special. Life has a beginning and an end. In the middle, write your story. The world is your pages, your ink. And in every chapter, Enjoy.
Let's stay on the subject: Beach House "Wishes"
Now the sillier side of wishes
Slim Jim, invented by Adolph Levis in 1929 in Philadelphia, is an American brand of jerky snacks or dried sausage sold globally and manufactured by ConAgra Foods. Greg the Genie is Slim Jim;s latest spokesman. Here Greg is called to court to defend one of the jurors.
Slim Jim may be good, but eating it does not guarantee a genie will appear. "Greg the Genie: Jury Box Boredom"
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