A short distance from my beach house door,  
the surf seized a bottle and tossed it on the shore.  
Old Dog, Ziggy, and I on our daily walk, hearing the morning talk,  
I saw the sunlit bottle with a rolled up note inside, 
and wondered what was sent on the early morning tide.  

I picked up the bottle sunken in the sand,  
and read its cryptic note trembling in my hand. 

Whoever finds this bottle, one wish be granted thee.  

I thought about the wish, and how good my life had been,  
and said to myself, what more could a granted wish lend?  
So I rolled up the note  and placed it back inside,  
and threw the bottle back to the outgoing tide.