Fleeting Wish

I wish I were a child,
With dreams and wishes to spare.
Save the greenery on my plate,
There'd not be a worry worth my care.
But it seems children grow up,
And will one day be maidens and men.
So should I be a child,
I'll save my worries for then.

I wish I were a young man,
With his heart on his sleeve.
As I pass by the people will see
His good and naivety.
But men it seems are easily drawn
By gold, and by greed,
So should I be a young man,
I'll turn away from thee.

I wish I were a lonely crone,
Living in woods where no one goes.
I'd sit by my fire and drink my wine-
Nobody but me would know.
But crones it seems have lived their life,
And will one day stay at rest,
So should I be a lonely crone,
I'd wish you all the best.

In truth I am a maiden
Wishing to hide from worldly strife.
Like snowflakes drifting on a winding breeze,
I'm drifting unhurried through life.
Though it seems my story is unfinished,
For fate has a path laid for me.
So at its end, I'll be there
Awaiting you with pretzels and tea.

          ~Avé Pfleegor