If We Could
If, we could control it,
Life would be so much easier.
If, we could package it,
The cost couldn't be calculated.
If, it didn’t hurt so much,
We would all share it, freely.
If, it made any sense,
No one in their right mind would want it.
But guess what?
We can’t control it,
That’s why life is so challenging.
No package could ever contain it,
Yet it remains priceless.
It hurts like hell,
That’s why we fight to keep it.
It makes no sense,
So we go insane in its obsession
LOVE… A passionate poison.
Poem by James A. Davis, Jr.
(c) July 1, 1997
If, we could control it,
Life would be so much easier.
If, we could package it,
The cost couldn't be calculated.
If, it didn’t hurt so much,
We would all share it, freely.
If, it made any sense,
No one in their right mind would want it.
But guess what?
We can’t control it,
That’s why life is so challenging.
No package could ever contain it,
Yet it remains priceless.
It hurts like hell,
That’s why we fight to keep it.
It makes no sense,
So we go insane in its obsession
LOVE… A passionate poison.
Poem by James A. Davis, Jr.
(c) July 1, 1997