Prompted

So much that is too 
Much yet, I can't fix
That. Why me, Burt 
Cries? I concur why
Indeed. I want to, I 
Do. I want to make it
All better, go away.
I want to fix it. All 
Of it. I want to fix
That. I want our life
Back. So very much.
The elders would say
"If wishes were horses
Then beggars would 
Ride." And beggars, we
All know too well,  
Can't be choosers.