IF I LIVE
IF I DIE

If I live two hundred years
I could learn
seven thousand, six hundred and fifty things
Know lots of people
Experience many scenes
I think I could get two thousand years
out of two centuries
and be a wise old man at fifty five
But
If I die tomorrow
God
I will thank you
Because the whole world goes away
Except those who leave it
Go where they may play
Learning is hard here
Our reason unknown
People are turned towards themselves
Glorying in vanity
Trying to be everything but what you created them to be
So lonely aren't they
Hiding inside with hands tied
In fear of being put-down
Not being themselves
Playing follow each other
Doing whatever everyone thinks they should be
And they will hurt anything that tries to show them differently

By: Roger Harkness
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