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.

Submitted: January 24, 2007

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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He was always so quiet, withdrawn, and discreet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


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