Glitches And Stitches In My Wish Dishes Poem by John Sensele

If I, my cries, pies, sighs and supplies should be alive tomorrow
Breathing, pleading and needing forgiveness again and again
To mom, dad, brother and sister I'd spare sleazy sorrow
For more youthful years a pride of place in my life to bargain and gain.

If tomorrow I should return to school no more would I play the fool
Taking God and the future for granted
On my eyes and eyes of my peers I dress wicked wool
Puny plans and hateful habits never again wouldgrow hunted, vaunted and wanted.

If long-lasting lessons from humility I could learn
Building beasts and twists in classrooms I would stop
Agility and amiability priorities my life credence and credibility would earn
To pave the way for my rise in enterprise and surprise to the top.

If covid nineteen could somehow cry, die or fly away
Simple sentiments and cosy compliments I would broach and coach
Friendship and comradeship in my life would hold sway
On my wish list to respect in retrospect the criticized cockroach.

If leaders and feeders could show credible concern
The lame, the blind, the poor would exist no more
Planning and spending priorities would discern
How sharing scarce resources fairly would grow into a favourite folklore.

If the common concern became the focal point in national planning
Crises and cannibalistic commodity prices would hit the poor less
Rich and poor, the urban and rural, suburb and ghetto seen fanning
The buxom beep, heap, peep, sip, sweep, tip and quip God would bless.

If somehow husbands and housewives could uphold conjugal commitments
Cities and communities would witness fewer stresses, weaknesses and divorces
Orphans, abused and confused kids, and maimed marriages would invite interest rich investments
Because leaders and feeders would drown and deplete instability and dysfunction sources.

If wives gave their husbands greater love
Fewer concubines would snatch husbands
More marriages would fly and glide on wings of a dove
As happier husbands and housewives would grow braver marriage bands.

If societies gave teachers greater respect
In times of trouble sons and daughters would behave
As covid nineteen would become a less appealing prospect
No matter how many times confinement tempted sons and daughters to misbehave.