If id have a wish
Granted to wish
Whatever and anything
In the world
Id wish to forbide
Your heart to sorrow
And ban misary from
For once forever
And tears only of joy
I would add to the law
And hide you away
In my right pocket till
To give the rest of world
In a bag fold by fold folded
To a dot saying: return
To sender, as our little joke
To start a week id cry
To heavens a casual : agrh!
Wrong pocket! And youd smile
Unable to even recall what
that Stupid little thing we love
Even more now as a problem
Of post office to deal with  
and not solve instead of us. Waitin around week by week
To creation.