WHAT IF?
What if the sun doesn’t shine?
I won’t lie around and whine.
I’ll spend the day with a good book
Curled up in my favorite nook.
What if someone does not like me?
I won’t hide where no one can see.
I’ll look elsewhere for a friend.
One person is not the end.
What if I can’t afford steak tonight?
I can still have a hamburger to bite.
I’ll toss a patty on the grill,
Warm a bun and eat my fill.
What if you don’t like this verse?
I could always make it worse.
I could make you want to yawn.
I could go on, and on, and on.
What if the sun doesn’t shine?
I won’t lie around and whine.
I’ll spend the day with a good book
Curled up in my favorite nook.
What if someone does not like me?
I won’t hide where no one can see.
I’ll look elsewhere for a friend.
One person is not the end.
What if I can’t afford steak tonight?
I can still have a hamburger to bite.
I’ll toss a patty on the grill,
Warm a bun and eat my fill.
What if you don’t like this verse?
I could always make it worse.
I could make you want to yawn.
I could go on, and on, and on.
Gloria I like this poem because it is so me. I truly am an individualist and idealist of my own creations and personal prefrences yet still not so far out that people think I'm weird, at least I don't think so, well maybe my husband does sometimes but what does he know.
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