I like this poem, it’s tender, sweet and funny… a lovely, delicate attempt to save us from getting lost in fantasies and expectations and missing out on the real thing.
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie weren’t a lie,Life would be delight,
But things couldn’t go rightFor in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,–
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.
This post was created by Ines, for whom a poem is sometimes the best medicine, even for tiredness.
What’s your favorite poem?
Tell LEM …xo