If your head is lost…

And those around you count the cost.

If trust has gone the way of hope,

Dangling on the hangman’s rope.

If you have waited far too long,

Listening to that ‘musac’ song,

Or twiddling thumbs, for twiddling’s sake,

And got mixed up by the mess you make.



If your dreams mean nothing,

For you know that’s true.

If you dare to dream,

When you’re black & blue.

If dreams are built on the bleakest night,

Or nightmares come to give you fright.

And all their truth is evil spite.


If winning is your only way,

And losing is the price you pay…

If you wager all you own,

And do it, when the love has flown.


If crowds encroach upon your peace,

Or loneliness is sweet release.

If family treat you more like foe,

If you are always the last to know.

With a minute left – seconds only to plead your case…

Inherit nothing of this Earth and all that’s in it…

And let YOURSELF be your kindred spirit!

With grateful thanks to the great Rudyard Kipling (RIP), for the inspiration for this verse, from his poem ‘If’ – I am a mere nothingness compared to his literary greatness – I fall on Mark Twain’s great quote:

“All ideas are second-hand, consciously and unconsciously drawn from a million outside sources, and daily used by the gardener with a pride and satisfaction born of the superstition that he originated them; whereas there is not a rag of originality about them anywhere except the little discoloration they get from his mental and moral calibre and his temperament, and which is revealed in characteristics of phrasing.”

I hope you will secretly forgive my cheekiness and further hope you enjoy this poem re-work… I just wanted to have some fun with the original…so as to include all genders and cover issues that seem so apparent in our society at present.


© The Secret Poetess, July 2017