15.10.08

If men were to create themselves,
Then mirrors shall become gladiatorial arenas,
And the Earth, an epitome of cruelty.

If ants could build skyscrapers,
Though centuries it must take,
yet it would portray Nature’s wisdom.

If crocodiles were to be executioners,
in moments, crooks become stories,
but for criminals there would be none.

If love and peace would reign on Earth,
and together we conquer the deserts,
what a place that shall be!

If poetry could make you smile,
and when you read you find peace,
and hope that someday all will be good.

If love is all we seek,
then we must look to God Almighty,
Him who made the world and the Universe.

If I finally fall in love,
I wouldn’t always know what to do.
I would stare and smile all the time.

Commentary

Written in 2008, with some editing done before publishing. The reader can see how my voice has changed since then. I didn’t even know if the title was right, but let’s do an old poem some justice.