A cup of tea with buttered toast
A cup of tea with nought
My closet full of pretty things
And never have I bought

A pair of socks to match my shoe
My frozen feet turned blue
A pillow soft beneath my head
A sidewalk for a bed
A passage bought to meet my dreams
Starry eyes but no means
I wish, I want, I can, I will
I am left wishing still

A something that makes me generous
A something that is mean
A something that gives me choices
And sometimes makes me scream
A bunch of grass with roses red
that I wish I had sent…