I Want... I Want.... I Want

I want priceless things
like time, good health,
long life, and
a sleek stealth body.

I want thick curly hair
like I once had in my youth.

I want beautiful, glistening white
teeth, all of them
like I had once before.

I want to go mountain climbing
as I often did
so many decades ago.

I want to walk
effortlessly
for miles
down city streets,
around the Mall,
through the woods,
and down fragrant garden paths.

I want to laugh with my children,
my grandchildren, and great grandchildren.

I want to dance
and dance some more
again, and
more often.

I want to live forever,
Never grow old, tired, or weak
There has never been enough time
to do the things I had to do,
Even less time to do
All the things I imagine I want.

I want to read all the books
ever written, and
write a few of my own
along the way.

I want to cook
in a georgeous kitchen in Florence, Italy.
Have twenty friends to feed at my table
Forever to have them sing praises
of such a delightful afternoon affair

All these things I can imagine I want,
yet still I can imagine I want
even more.

Though I gratefully accept my reality
This day and forever more
For what could I possibly wish,
if I ever really got all
I want?