If Things Were Different

If I weren't a poet, what would I be An artist, a singer, or a designer? Would I have been something next to a deity? Oh, I couldn't imagine anything finer! If I weren't loved, how bitter would I be in the present time A little, a lot, more than I could ever devise? Would I long for affection that I predict will never be mine Or would I think love will take me by surprise? If I were born earlier, what period would I have occupied The forties, the fifties, or the sixties? Would my name have lived on after I died Or would there be no one alive who'd miss me? If I weren't me, who would I be And who would take my place? Would I have had a different destiny? I hope to God that wouldn't have been the case I love the person I am today, I love the person I am to become I would not want it any other way Many lives I could've lived, but thank God He chose this one