by Alan Noakes
Yes the ‘if onlys’ seem to persist for ever
As hovering wraithlike used-up dreams.
‘if only ‘ this or that
On such and such a day
Had varied by an hour or an inch
Or something neglected had been done
Or that something done had been neglected
Then ‘perhaps’ the other might have been:
But then
‘perhaps’ and ‘if only’ are first cousins
Addicted to survival only in our minds.
Copyright ©:
Alan Noakes
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ABOUT THE POET ~
An inspirational writer whose roots are biographical as well as observational or experienced dealing with the dichotomous nature of human existence juxtaposing many of the elements of a contemporary culture. Inspired by Peggy Shannon my work encapsulated under a title of feelings and fate is dedicated to her.
