What Ifs

by DonMaria
Thoughts keep on pushing in my mind.
What ifs carried by the wind.
Occupied my whole mind with it,
And where can these what ifs fit.

What if I am a teenage mom?
I don't know how to find some sum.
And what future can my child have?
We'll be crushed by the life's wave.

What if I am a street children?
I would treat the street as my den.
I would probably hide from cops.
I would cherish every food drops.

What if I am a good farmer?
I would treat rain as good a weather.
Plant more crops on planting season.
Have a feast on harvest season.

What if I am a fisherman?
My skin would be tanned by the sun.
Glad, catching fishes with the net,
And sad, if only few I get.

What if I am a kind doctor?
Alert with sounding monitor.
Will be honored to save some life.
Regret comes when I took some wife.

What if I am a cogent cop?
I would make the criminal stop.
And bad guys are my enemy.
Gun is my friend and family.

I still got a lot of what ifs,
But, thinking of it my head stiffs.
My duty is to count the lines,
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