Pebbles in the Wishing Well

I wish each faith much peace and unity.
I wish each government prosperity.
I wish each child of man a happy life.
I wish each man and woman lack of strife.
I wish each crop is fed with sun and rain.
I wish that doctors learn to ease all pain.
I wish that work is blessed with fitting wage.
I wish that war and famine cease to rage.
These wishes, they have not been granted me.
I do not wish on all, adversity.
These are my wishes born of innocence,
but I have known, as you, experience.
The former wishes for Utopia,
the latter plans, faced with dystopia.
My wishes, miasmas, the stuff of dreams.
My part formed plans, now tattered at the seams.
Those planning well have made a happy life.
Me planning poorly, aggravated strife.
I cannot wish to live my life again.
We have one chance to seize the now and when.
I do not wish to end my life – that’s sin.
It pains in that I lose when others win.
My childish wishes won’t for me come true.
But let me wish them, nonetheless, on you.