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IF'S, WHAT'S AND MAYBE'SThe water is a mill-pond as I stand by the shore Old Mr Moon leans over and shades me My toes sink in further to the gritty sand below While I think of all the if's, what's and maybe's I ponder if only life had been better to me And delivered you sooner rather than later Then the wasted time as I searched on my knees Sifting through all the pebbles while I waited What if we hadn't met at all, I ask What on earth would have become of my love Who would have encased their eager hand in mine And clasped it as secure as a glove Maybe I would never have reached the place I'm at Maybe I would have wandered like a lost soul in twilight Then all this happiness that came my way would have been Forgotten, misguided and a painful insight Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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