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If, buts and maybes…
What could his life have been…
If he hadn’t turned the corner…
If his eyes had only seen…

Maybe if he’d listened…
To all that he was told…
Recalled advice from the wise…
And the wisdom of the old…

If he’d taken the left path…
Instead of keeping right…
If he’d faced his enemies…
If he’d begun to fight…

Instead of walking away…
Trying to be the better man…
Maybe things would be different…
Had he stood his ground, not ran…

Maybe he did it his way…
Perhaps to prove a point…
But he didn’t really know better…
All he ever did was disappoint…

Now he lays there motionless…
Staring blankly into space…
As the rain falls upon him…
And strikes his emotionless face…

Not a whisper from his mouth…
And his eyes refuse to blink…
A picture of tranquillity…
No longer able to think…

His hands are so cold…
And their colour is Blue…
He looks so very smart…
In his new Brown shoes…

It’s all so very peaceful…
He’s been here quite some time…
Since he took the right path…
Becoming the victim of a crime…

He’s been dead many hours…
They haven’t found him yet…
Slumped up against a wall…
Like a lifeless marionette…

It was all if, buts and maybes…
What could his life have been…
Had he not turned that corner…
If his eyes had only seen…

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