In a world less fortunate There would be no Post-it notes No home delivery of the news There would be no television No Oprah Winfrey or Donahue Cows would have no tails to swish Sheep wouldn't be caught dead wearing wool Fred Astaire cursed with two left feet Einstein just another dropout from school In a world less fortunate There would be no blustering wind Running his fingers through your hair No waves crashing at the Cape The rocks glistening and bare No men made by children From the softly falling snow No berries for his eyes And no carrots for his nose In a world less fortunate No friends would sit and listen When you're drowning in the blues There'd be no charity A gentle touch would bruise Children would grow up strong But family bonds would be weak No Sunday calls for mother No Christmas kisses on her cheek In a world less fortunate God would shake her head And just up and walk away The streets would be silent Rain would be falling here today Our laughter would feel hollow Our hope somehow subdued To quietly fall apart For there would be no you
© David Gilliver 1997, 1999