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,
Let readers enjoy my brewed wines.