What if?
What if I were a bird?
Would my fear of heights
inhibit me?
Would I sit on a branch
In a trance
Until a cat climbed up and
murdered me?
What if I were a mole?
Would my claustrophobia cause
me stress?
And would the lack of Vitamin
D
Have an adverse effect on me?
What if I was a chimpanzee?
Would my arthritic finger
cripple me?
Would I swing through the
trees
But tumble down
And break my back on the
stony ground?
What if I was a chameleon?
Would my colour blindness be
cause for concern?
Would my camouflage fail
Exposing me
To predators who’d make a
meal of me?
What if I was a hippopotamus?
Would my hydrophobia be
disastrous?
If I couldn’t wallow – down
in the hollow
I doubt that a mate would
follow me.
But I am a human being you
see
And my defects have little
effect on me.
I may not be perfect
But I’ll survive.
I am just grateful to be
alive.
3 comments:
It's a charming poem and capable of (almost infinite) extension... could be the basis of a workshop for children?
e.g.
What if I was a bear
with alopecia?
Would the fact my fur was mizzly
make me more or less grizzly?
And would anybody care?
And would everybody stare? (alternative end to Steve's bear verse).
Thank you Adele, very amusing.
Love the poem.
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