A Mighty BIG Word

 A Mighty Big Word

If only regret were money

I’d be the richest man you know

With a soul as sweet as honey

As pure as the driven snow

If tears were the solution

The cure for sorrow and pain

And not just liquid pollution

I’d surpass Pasteur’s own fame

If every mistake were a seed

Or sin a Wall Street bet

Mine a small army could feed

My investors, the richest yet

If failure guaranteed success

Or more than a running joke

That’d be something I guess

We’d never be broken or broke

If yesterday were still tomorrow

Piercing darkness with day’s first light

I’d beg, steal, or borrow

The wisdom, the strength to get it right.

If trembling hands were epoxy resin might

And bloodshot eyes were sweet red wine

I’d hold you with a grip so tight

You’d know for sure we’ll be just fine.

If every “if” were gold

And every “but” a brand new dime

We’d have wealth untold

And no reason for words in rhyme.

“But” there’s a God above

Not “if,”, like some folks say

His is perfect love

And sweeps the fear away