What If

~ Frank Solanki

What if the stars forgot to shine?
What if the clocks didn’t strike nine?
What if it was cold in summer
And spring was a bummer?
What if my poems began to sing?
The bees refuse to sting?
And if God controlled me?
Will you still hold me?
…
What if I broke my leg and fell
Into the deepest darkest well
That is hosting a little tea party
With all the guests hale and hearty
Two of whom are green and blue
While the others have caught a flu
And the dew comes to kiss me?
Will you still miss me?
…
What if the years had less days
The days had less hours
And hours less minutes
And minutes less beats?
Will you still love me tomorrow
Like you do today?
For this moment is all that we have
And yesterday has flown away

Published by Frank Solanki

Making the world a better place one poem at a time.

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