If is a word that plagues my ear
Never open, never clear
Never honest nor sincere
If is a word I dread to hear
If is maybe
Faint and grainy
Mad and crazy
If is flaky
If is a promise but only fulfilled
If circumstances suit the build
Not essential as is our breath
Not absolute as is our death
If cannot say what is to be
If is blind and cannot see
If is as a mystery
And does not hint at what’s to be
If I should
Or if I could
Will never tell you
If I would
Those two letters cloud the mind
If is, if not, if wont be kind
If is a ruse not just or fair
If leaves you relying on hope and prayer
'If' Copyright © 2010 Matthew Densley
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