What If ?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's about the little opportunities to make a difference that people pass up daily....i guess that's the only way to put it.

I saw the girl sad and alone
What she was thinking, no one could have known
She wore a smile to cover the her tears
And stood firm to hide her fears
I knew she heard what others would say
But she kept her chin up and held on ter her pride anyway
The sight of her humbled me
For I knew that there was so much more I couldn't see
There was so much I wanted to say, but when I opened my mouth, no words came
A thousand questions came to mind, but I walked on by, my head hung in shame

A million what ifs ran through my mind
What if I stopped; What if I'd taken the time
What if I talked to her; What would she have said
I just couldn't get her out of my head

On my way home I saw the boy who lived across the street
He was always so quiet, withdrawn, and discreet
I wanted to stop and talk with him for a minute
I thought about it, but I didn't
I just kept walking straight ahead
A week later, I found out the boy I'd seen, by his own hand, was dead

A million what ifs ran through my head
What if I stopped; What if I'd taken the time
What if I talked to him; what would he have said
I just couldn't get him out of my head

On my way home from his funeral, I saw some homeless people
I thought about their crumbling pride and their bodies thin and feeble
I wanted to embrace them and wipe away their tears
I wanted to know their hopes and dreams and fears
I wanted to see them smile just for a minute
But I had nothing to give them, so I didn't

By the time I got home, a million what ifs ran through my mind
What if I stopped; What if I'd taken the time
What if I talked to them; What would they have said
I just couldn't get them out of my head

A million thoughts running through my head
I wish i would haved talked to them and knew what they'd have said
They could have been guardians sent to check on me
They could have had the grace to give that would set me free
I wonder if they knew that I thought of them; that everything inside me had turned to lead
But now I'll always wonder because I walked strait ahead


Submitted: January 24, 2007

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Samii

I like this a lot, i have had times like this when you want to say/do something but i did not have the courage and thought it better left unsaid, yet it does haunt you never knowing "what if..?"

Apologies for the comment i left on your other poem, Why me, i said about your reply to my comment on footsteps but i realised as soon as i'd posted it that it was from paralyzed. Sorry again for the mistake.

Wed, January 24th, 2007 11:49pm

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either way.....doesn't really matter where the comment came from, I knew what you meant.

Wed, January 24th, 2007 3:53pm

amber

another one of your poems that i love, they're so easy to relate to and they're all true. great work again!

Thu, January 25th, 2007 2:11am

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thank you so much....again, if you have any pointers, don't hesitate to share

Wed, January 24th, 2007 6:19pm

viper

This one touched me.It was so heartfelt.The questions do make you wonder.You never get them out of your head.I liked how you touched on the homeless and asked the questions.This poem resembles three of mine.It resembles "Will I Be Remembered When I Die",the second part to it "If I Were To Die Tomorrow",and "Do You Care."They are so close to this one.I loved this one.

Wed, April 8th, 2009 6:36am

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We must have very similar inspirations if not styles...i look forward to reading your pieces as soon as my schedule allows...hopefully after easter and before finals...lol. thank you for the kind words. have a wonderful day.

Wed, April 8th, 2009 12:52pm

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