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
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