WISHES OF A FOOL

by Ayeni Tolulope

i woke up last morning without my hose,
i woke up this morning without my nose,
i got up and groaned from a floor filled with ice,
and wondered what more i'd pay as a price.

I woke up last noon in search of a loaf of bread,
i woke up this noon in search of a bite,
perhaps, my salvation lies only with christ,
or perhaps in the next bottle of rum or of sprite.

I woke up last evening without my meds,
i woke up this evening without my legs,
i sat up and wished away in foolish plight,
of course, if wishes were horses fools would be knights!