Childish Wishings Poem by Jennie Scheihing

11: 11, wish on a
Star, I learned long ago
Hope does not get
You far.

A lucky clover. A penny
Heads up. There is
No such thing as
Simple dumb luck.

Karma is foolish and
Cootie catchers
Lie. Blowing out candles won't
Get you the guy.

So dream all you
Want- throw back the
Salt. Life is always
Going to be your own fault.

So forget all
The omens and ridiculus
Things. All they will
Leave is a broken heart
And broken
Dreams.