If chance would steal a sorrowed stone,
and cast it out into the foam,
and seagulls fled for foreign skies,
how woefully, we’d wish them kind goodbyes.
If time elapsed in longer lengths,
and builders built on stronger plinths,
and houses held much kinder folk,
how carelessly, we’d crave a stronger yoke.
If swimmers swam in longer motions,
and boats serenely sailed upon the oceans,
and mariners merried in freedom found,
how ostentatious, the world would frown.
This poem can be read on poetry.com-http://poetry.com/poems/200787
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