He pushed himself along the walk and muttered:
“I wisht I had a two-wheeled bike like Bill’s.”
While Bill grew tired of pedalling and uttered,
“Some day I’ll have a car Just like Aunt Lil’s .”
Aunt Lil , blasé, dreams of a trip to Haiti–
I wonder what I’ll wish for when I’m eighty?
by Ray Romine Thursday, March 23, 1950
