A Moment Lived!

what if we just closed
the history books,
and you placed your hand in mine?
what if we walked away
from the stink of gunpowder,
would they know that we were gone?
what if we gave what we owned,
however small,
to the homeless and the hungry?
what if we shared a cup of coffee,
and took a long walk in the evening rain?
what if we laughed and listened,
and drank in the stillness?
would it be such a crime?
what if we made love
beneath that old willow,
and the star light covered us
with a moment lived?

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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