If You Must. Poem by maria goodison

If you must see the lighting before you see the storm, and if you must bang the
drum before you know the tune.
Then where do your dreams go and the passion that clings to your walls, how do you
smile if your always waching the door.
If you must sit and grumble that the sun has risen and that the seasons never stay
the same, if you must listen in where there is no place for your ears.
Do not shout and blaim or slam the window for the convention was not yours to
to play.
If you must run when responsible clearly tell you to stay and the daily toll start to feel like slime and evening when you think you've won, then find out that the hole turn in to a tomb.
Don't be a full and poin a finger just to make your self feel better, don't look down your noes and laugh.
If you must always look up then how do you know where to step, if you must find hardship in everything that around you.
How do you fine the joys and love that fills the dull days, how do you smile when a love one cuddles you.