What if the biopsy knocks down, then kicks me?
Or what if the loan is refused?
What if my landlord plays tricks and evicts me?
Or mem’ry (or marbles!) I lose
And I’m clearly…
Confused?
What if, whilst bussing, the brakes bust at random?
The sky falls? The world won’t go round?
What if I’m fired, convicted, abandoned?
The tiniest break I can’t catch?
I’d be fixin’ to
Break down!
What if, like Job, I lose all of my kin?
Or drown in my mountain-high debts?
What if I relapse? I’m sick of this sin!
I’m ‘fraid I’ll forever be fraught
With those relished…
Regrets!
Even if every last “what if” I’ve listed
So happened to happen to me
Or Death, without knocking, popped in for a visit
I’d never be parted from Love
In Whose grasp…
I’m free
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