If only the sun didn’t carry heat
If only winter did not bring snow
If only the water lapped at my feet
If only I could reap and sow
If only I saw the future, told
If only I could tell what I had in store
If only I lacked regret for days of old
If only I could pick myself up off the floor
If only I wasn’t hesitant and shy
If only I could move ahead with cause
If only I could stop asking; ‘why?’
If only I heard someone’s applause
If only I was missed when in absentia
If only I could enjoy the fruits of man
If only I could avert societal censure
If only I could taste the fruits picked by hand
If only I could travel to foreign land
If only foreign land could come to me
If only I could feel the granules of sand
If only I could walk, softly, on the sea
If only I realised what I can do
You and I would feel okay
If only I knew what I don’t know
Remorsefulness would go away
sensualism 
Lovely poem! Captured what I’ve been feeling recently. Hope your blues have gone away by now!
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Thanks for the kind thoughts, Naomi. Luckily, my blues (aka the black dog) haven’t arrived at my door. Keep smiling…
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