Treasure Island

Terry Mar


If


If smiles were pennies
would you be rich
If good thoughts were nickels
would you be in a ditch

If each "How are you" were a dime
would you have plenty
If each "Thank you" were a quarter
would your pockets be empty

If each hug were a dollar
could you hold them in your hand
If love were a blank check
would you own all the land

If is such a small word
yet it's meaning so strong
If left all alone
maybe right or wrong

If can lead or follow
either may cause a sigh
"What if", comes to mind
or the other, "If only I"

If reading this poem
causes you to add and think
This poet is smiling
and sending you a wink

Terry M

Submitted: Thursday, March 07, 2013
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We need to think more of each other, dollars have no wallet or purse.

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