What if? ...
It slips off our tongue,
Falls off the tip.
What if...
I threw away my beliefs;
Let them flee with the brezze?
What if...
I forgot of tomorrow,
And all future sorrow?
What if...
I walked without turning back
or glancing to the past?
What if...
I were to live this now
as it comes arround?
What if...
I counted time by the laugh,
And not the hour?
What if...
I breathed in life,
And not strife?
What if...
If it could be more than 'what if'?
What I wouldn't give then...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful thought- beaded nicely - we can give thought, we can spoil thought..thought is venom, thought is bomb, thought is angelic..thought can make the world beautiful or thought can destroy the humanity as we are destroying now nice