I wish, I wish

I wish I was a poet I wish that I could write the kind poem that talks of love and life. To speak of shards and fractile  light while travelling through this vale of tears. I think that, that is so hard I bet it would take years.

I wish I was an author a best seller I would pen ! I’d wow the critics and public and I’d never work again. Or maybe  a screen writer a fantastic  gun ho! script, a Gothic terror with vampires cavorting in the crypt.

I wish I could write romances , long painful arduous tales with women running barefoot after their men across the dales. I’d have beautiful nurses falling at the doctors feet . God help the poor patients who we never hear of …perhaps they are all asleep .

I wish I could write science fiction that would be so much fun with planet sized star ships with sonic missile guns. I’d have a charming captain who always knows just what to do , and evil, clever aliens with sexy females the human crew to woo.  Travel would be in jet cars that work on voice command and no one would ever need to cook or mend as a replicator would always be on hand.

I wish I could write on politics …well no that is not true , because it is a nasty backstabbing two faced thing to do!

I wish I could write comedy I like to have a laugh, with lots of smiles and happy days I’d split your sides in half.

I wish that could write  another verse or two but I have run out of ideas. What a twist of luck for you !