Wishful
I saw the dress hanged beautifully whiles I pass
I see it in the morning and evening and imagine how nice that would look on me
Such a beautiful dress I must admit
I look into my purse whiles I pass by the dress
Can I afford this?, I doubt and pass
I see it again on Tuesday, still beautifully exposed
What a world this dress carries
I imagine the elegance it would bring me
I don’t think I can afford it
I pass on Thursday
But there is a difference
Someone is wearing the dress
It hasn’t been hanged
It’s been worn
I pause my steps and look at the new owner
A beautiful smile worn with the beautiful dress
‘That should be mine’; I exclaim
But no matter how much I scream, it’s all in my head
I watch as the lady walks out with the dress
I watch how my wishful dreams are being lived, lived by someone else
I watch as my wishful dream passes me by
I look on, as my beauty leaves with the wind
How wishful!
Copyright © Hilda Agyekum | Year Posted 2022
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