What would I think of me
If I saw what others see?
Would I want to stare?
Would I stop a while to talk
Or continue on my merry walk
As if I didn’t care?
Would I see the good side,
A sense of integrity and pride,
An exceptional lad?
Or perhaps I’d see a phony,
A thick brain of macaroni,
Only seeing the bad?
Would I be inspired and think
“This person and I have a link,
He’s who I’d like to be? ”
Or would I make a mental note
To keep myself far and remote
So I remain scot-free?
Would I query in my head
What sort of life this person’s lead
And wish that it were mine?
Or would I turn the other way
Without giving the time of day
And think my life is fine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem