I feel a little like the beauty queen contestant who wants peace in the world. Well, what’s wrong with that?
I wish for every child of earth enough to eat, water to drink, someone to love, and love you back, a roof over your head at night, a yard to tend and garden, too, labor enough to make you tired, a soft pillow and dreams so sweet, laundry flapping on the line, rocking chairs on the porch, books to read stacked high, no one rich and no one poor, and never a one in need that someone, somewhere was willing to be a friend in deed.
In a perfect world
there would never be tears
that someone could not dry.