Making A Wish...

Day and night,
Candles burning bright,
The party has been on,
Guests have come,
         guests have gone.

A candle per year,
That's my guess; 
But, so many flickers,
And each seeming ageless?

She is old, very old,
And surely must know,

She must've been told:
'Make a wish and blow!'

What's taking her so long?
I am forced to wonder,
What went wrong?
Were the candles a blunder?

But then,
    from being a teen,
Till she grew wise,
She should've seen,

Desire in many a guise.