If I were different and held you closely
would you remember that I am frail?
If I were different and shared that mostly
I had escaped a living Hell?
If I were calm but smiled quite ghostly
with blush of pink against the pale.
Would you offer me a warmth that's toasty,
protecting me from winter's gale?
And the 'wee folks' in my enchanted garden, glimpsed in, saw the wondrous poem upon my screen and glowed with kind wishes that the warmth of hope would ward off the chills of a winter's gale...
ReplyDeleteGary,
ReplyDeleteWhat an absolutely beautiful comment!! Best regards to 'the wee folk,' of said enchanted garden :)
Dear Dixie,
ReplyDeleteI like your little poem very much.
There is also a British film called "If...", starring Malcolm McDowell, which is all about the British class system, and which ends with a memorable "shoot-out" when the pupils in a public school rebel against the establishment.
I don't know "if" you've seen the film, but it's very different from your lovely poem!
Very Best Wishes,
David.
David!
ReplyDeleteA major difference does indeed exist!
I didn't remember the movie so had a view at several video clips... oh yes!
I was 'exposed' many years ago on a Saturday afternoon... it was raining; wouldn't you know it? Wow, thanks David, for the special memories :)
Glad you liked my poem, (and now I can't get the theme song out of my mind). Mercy.
Dixie