Were It That... Poem by Dave James

Were it that the sky was always clear
That hunters never caught the grazing deer
The rain would only fall when safe indoors
That man would live in peace and not in wars

Were it that our love came guaranteed
And tears just fell with joy and not in need
That life was lived in full with no regret
And all that we deserve so shall we get

Were it that the clocks could be unwound
Or those who've lost their way be safely found
That crops could grow without the fear of weather
And burdens on our souls were but a feather

If all of these and more made up our lives
No guns no tanks no thugs all bearing knives
The poet surely never would exist
For once his work would not be sorely missed.