The Word 'If' Is A Seesaw Waiting For You To Approach It Poem by Peter Bakowski

(for Marty Grothe)



If pigs could fly

there’d be


less bacon.



If you were a bully at school,


don’t be one now.




If you keep having flings,

one day you’ll be flung.




If you’re digging your own grave,

consider what you’re using

as the shovel.




If God exists

we must appal him sometimes.




If time is money

some of us

will end up short-changed.




If you think you know everything,

try writing poems.