Wishes

by Sara Teasdale

　　I wish for such a lot of things That never will come true, And yet I want them all so much I think they might, don't you? I want a little kitty-cat That's soft and tame and sweet, And every day I watch and hope I'll find one in the street. But nursie says, "Come, walk along, "Don't stand and stare like that", I'm only looking hard and hard To try to find my cat. And then I want a blue balloon That tries to fly away, I thought if I wished hard enough That it would come some day. One time when I was in the park I knew that it would be Beside the big old clock at home A-waiting there for me, And soon as we got home again, I hurried thro' the hall, And looked beside the big old clock, It wasn't there at all. I think I'll never wish again, But then, what shall I do? The wishes are a lot of fun Altho' they don't come true.