One Thousand One Hundred and Eleven Wishes
Another birthday means
another birthday cake and
another birthday cake means
one more time of completing the repetitive
tradition of blowing out the candles.
What if I don’t want to blow out my past years?
What if I wanted to let them stay lit forever?
We all know this would be completely rude,
to let them sing that simple song and
not give them what they all waited for…
so the candles should always get blown out.
But it’s never enough, someone always says
“Wait, make a wish” right before the release.
I remember one birthday; I wished to see a shooting star.
Of course like the many other times I have wished,
It didn’t come true. I watched the sky every night until
sunrise, but I was left with nothing but still stars and lies.
So I gave up and began waiting until my next birthday.
The next birthday arrived…
“Wait; make a wish before you blow them out”
That time I wished to meet a genie,
And just like the last, this also didn’t come true.
My most recent birthday…“wait, make a wish first”
And finally after 21 years I said “NO! ”
It was about 10 minutes past 11: 00,
And I was ready to go inside but the sky looked odd.
So I had to watch for another minute.
There were shooting stars everywhere…
and a genie fell from the sky
“Hello son, make a wish…”
I said “if I was going to make a wish, it would be to have
every clock in the world skip from 11: 10 to 11: 12 from now on,
but I am not going to do that, plus you’re beyond late.
I’m going to do everything on my own”
The genie disappears and the stars go back to being still.
I lit 21 candles, and went to bed.
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