When would admire
If’s sense of self,
If’s knowledge, preparedness…
Most anything else.
If is so simple,
But If is so deep,
But If never wonders
Or talks in If’s sleep.
When would catch eyes
With If from afar,
Race into If’s arms
And When’d say, “When we’re stars
We’ll tour ’cross the globe,
All the seas, first through fifth,
Just think of the times we
Could spend — When and If!”
“No, no,” If would say. “It’s If first, then When.
For When is delusional
When When spills Whens.”
When’d look around, and then When would say,
“When I meet Of Course, we’ll be gone in a day.”
[trx_infobox style=”regular” closeable=”no” icon=”icon-feather” color=”#000000″ bg_color=”#BABABA” top=”inherit” bottom=”inherit” left=”inherit” right=”inherit”]Amy Rechtshaffen is a first year theatre major at University of Guelph. She has been writing since she was very young, and has always been interested in poetry. The inspiration for this poem came from her own never-give-up attitude, and how people often correct her by telling her to say “if” instead of “when.” Amy’s other interests include acting, music, dancing, and puppies. She is from Toronto, but WHEN she gets famous, she will move to Hollywood. [/trx_infobox]
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