Where The Sidewalk Ends

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And wished for more.

And more... And more... They multiplied

While other people smiled and cried

And loved and reached and touched and felt.

Lester sat amid his wealth

Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold.

Sat and counted—and grew old.

And then one Thursday night they found him

Dead—with his wishes piled around him.

And they counted the lot and found that not

A single one was missing.

All shiny and new—here, take a few

And think of Lester as you do.

In a world of apples and kisses and shoes

He wasted his wishes on wishing.