Wishes By Sara Teasdale I wish for such a lot of things That never will come true - And yet I want them all so much I think they might, don't you? I want a little kitty-cat That's soft and tame and sweet, And every day I watch and hope I'll find one in the street. But nursie says, "Come, walk along, "Don't stand and stare like that" - I'm only looking hard and hard To try to find my cat. And then I want a blue balloon That tries to fly away, I thought if I wished hard enough That it would come some day. One time when I was in the park I knew that it would be Beside the big old clock at home A-waiting there for me - And soon as we got home again, I hurried thro' the hall, And looked beside the big old clock - It wasn't there at all. I think I'll never wish again - But then, what shall I do? The wishes are a lot of fun Altho' they don't come true.