Genie's Glass

I stumbled upon a Genie's glass Along the shore, it glittered bright It caught my eye, I dug the sand And held this magic in my hand I rubbed it clean, to my delight The Genie spoke and granted me Such golden wishes, not two...but three Offering wealth, or fame or riches grand But within the power given me I'd choose to break free from my shell Where childhood imagination would not fail And if the sky were clear enough And the water still enough Then, that is where wish two begins... If I could step right out of my skin To sometimes be old....or young again Then I could see the world outside Through someone's older or younger eyes And understand a different sky The last wish that has been granted me Would be to erase all negativity To see the world a peaceful place Like looking through the Genie's glass Where skies are free from war and gain And rain or sun comes free of pain These would be wishes I would ask If I were to find the Genie's glass