'Making Wishes' Poem by Linda Winchell

Casting coins into a well,
Making wishes of none to tell.
Making wishes upon a star,
Asking it, of who you are.

Breaking bones of chickens breast,
Throwing salt over ones shoulders rest.
Making wishes that shall never come true,
Is this what man or woman was meant to do?

Playing numbers on a hunch or two,
Laying down life's savings,
On a horse named; ' Lucky You.'

When luck has nothing to do at all,
Of where it is the dice may fall.

Take it from me, I've played the games,
Lost it all, moments flash of fame.
Found what really matters the most,
In my Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

You need no numbers, or coins or bets,
With God in your life, it's as good as it gets!
So before you wager all you've earned,
Go to God and see what you've yet to learn.