What If
I yearned for the apples that grew
In the Hesperide’s yard.
The beautiful red apples
That hung just out of reach:
I tried so hard, to reach them,
To pluck them
And make them mine.
They defied my best effort:
I came so close
Yet, I still failed.
And like the wily old fox
Who reached not the grapes,
So I begin to wonder.
Would those apples that I yearned for,
Be as sweet as they seemed?
Or would they turn bitter
At the tip of my tongue?
Would I have been able
To live with my decision,
The choices I would have made,
If I had succeeded?
Life is so confusing
And full of questions.
So here I am,
Trying o answer
This one little question
“What if?”
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