I might forget ambition and the hunger for success.
I might forget the passion to escape from nothingness.
I might forget the curious dreams of ecstasy that haunt
My fancy day and night. I might forget them. But I can't.
If I could let the pen alone and leave the inkstand dry,
And forego perpetual effort to be climbing, climbing high,
And lay aside my mad designs to startle and enchant,
I might enjoy the sweet of common living. But I can't.
I might be just a Philistine, and eat, and drink, and sleep,
And drive a dusty motor and pile money in a heap,
And let the stream of life run through my brain and be forgot.
If I did, I might be happier. I might-and I might not.
I Might-and I Might Not
Gamaliel Bradford
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Poem topics: alone, life, money, night, passion, sleep, success, sweet, brain, hunger, drink, high, common, enjoy, Valentine's Day, stream, forget, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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