Lester was given a magic wish By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree, And with his wish he wished for two more wishes— So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three. And with each one of these He simply wished for three more wishes, Which gave him three old wishes, plus nine new. And with each of these twelve He slyly wished for three more wishes. Which added up to forty-six—or is it fifty-two? Well anyway, he used each wish To wish for wishes ‘til he had Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four. And then he spread them on the ground And skipped and sang, and then sat down And wished for more. And more… And more… They multiplied While other people smiled and cried And loved and reached and touched and felt. Lester sat amid his wealth Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold. Sat and counted—and grew old. And then one Thursday night they found him Dead—with his wishes piled around him. And they counted the lot and found that not A single one was missing. All shiny and new—here, take a few And think of Lester as you do. In a world of apples and kisses and shoes He wasted his wishes on wishing. **by Shel Silverstein
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 04:23:37 +0000
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