Matt Johnston - Selfish

God gave me a breeze
A cool summer breeze
But I wanted lemonade,
So he showed me a path to lemons
Still, I scoffed
For they were not apples
And I love apples.
So I prayed
And time passed,
God showed me apples
And a girl to make me lemonade,
But by then it was Fall
And the breeze was much too cold.

Matt Johnston

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/selfish-17/