I am not sure, at dawn cannot be sure;
perhaps my newly-recovered soul leads to egocentricity,
but it feels the birds, chitter-chattering in grandeur
as though they direct their sweet, individual voices just to me;
There's a famous poem, " IF ",
but MY poem has a different whiff.
Please don't feel my brain's now too stiff.
Let not my poetic version of " IF " create a tiff.
The sky doesn't know.......
when it shall be illuminated
when clouds shall pass through
when it shall be garlanded
How will it behave?
By choice or by chance
The world of uncertainty
Like stars in the sky
All people try
Dont hurt me again like you've done before
Just be straight with me so that I'll know for sure
You asked me if you've ever made me cry
I did not respond...can you guess why?
I do, and recommend you do too; (see above title) .
Each day WILL end, but being assured of it ain't** vital.
It WILL end, and the next one may, for YOU, be better OR worse.
For some 'it' will be blessed, and for others 'twill be most cursed.
Is the Future's first name
What will happen to us?
What will become of our world?