What If? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

If tomorrow never came, what would matter most today?

If the sun dips low, a
final gleam,
If this is all, a fading dream.
What echoes then, what will remain?
Not gold nor fame, nor earthly gain.

A whispered word, a gentle touch,
A loving gaze that means so much.
The laughter shared, a happy sigh,
The tears that fall when friends are nigh.

A simple meal, a moment's rest,
A kind deed done, put to the test.
The beauty found in sky and tree,
The quiet peace for you and me.

These fleeting things, so small and true,
If morning breaks no more for you.
These precious gifts, I hold so dear,
Would be the things, that matter here.