| If I were a poem |
| If I were a poem I�d be the simple kind... That tells more Than is expected. I would be the meaning of life... Scribbled in the back of a Giddeon Bible By an old man, With gray hair, Who decided, In room 225, That he was in something of a hurry To ask God a few things. I would be the words of condolence... To a woman at a funeral, That come from a fable Remembered only by a mother Who had dreams For her children. I would be the definition of love... Written in the neatest handwriting In a diary, Decorated with daises, By a young girl Who suddenly found beauty In a rose. I would be the kind of poem That links people together... The simple kind That tells more Than is expected. |