Mono Monday

Do you get everything you want?
  You don't?  -- Well, I declare
That's strange; I have the same complaint.
  Perhaps it's not so rare.

The things we don't want come to us,
  In bunches,  every day;
But, when we really like a thing,
  It seems to stay away. 

We hope and wish and pray and cry
  And scheme and work and plan;
While our desires remain beyond
  The reach of mortal man.

So, after years of fruitless hopes,
  I think I'll cease to fret;
And when I don't get things I like --
  I'll like the things I get!

Lyla Myers