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Could have, would have, should have


As I was going to the market

There was a child walking with bare feet

I could have given him some shoes

Why didn’t he get out of the street?

 

There was an old lady standing on the corner

You could tell she didn’t have a dime

I would have offered her some money

But I didn’t have much time

 

I saw another woman being robbed

Why was she walking alone?

I should have called the cops

But I was already using my phone

 

As I was waiting to pay for me items

A person in line couldn’t pay for her hash

I could have given her a few bucks

But I work too hard for my cash!

 

Then when I went to church

They had the nerve to ask for tithes

I would have put in more than fifty cents

But there was so much that I wanted to buy

I should have prayed for my pastor

And whoever else that I did see

But while I’d be praying for them

Who would be praying for me?

 

I noticed in the parking lot

That a woman’s car wouldn’t start

I could have given her a jump

But I didn’t have the heart

 

I saw a child being chased

By a big old dog in the park

I should have done something to help

But it was getting kind of dark

 

Then as I was driving home

My car ran out of gas

Many could have come to my rescue

But they just kept on driving past

 

I decided to walk to the station

It was very cold that day

Maybe someone would give me a hand

Somewhere along the way

 

There were many who could help

I could see it in their eye

But no one would stop

They just kept on driving by

 

I died out there that night

I didn’t have on warm clothes

And it was so chilly

That my whole body froze

 

I wonder if I would have helped others

If I would have had the same fate

I could have, should have, would have

But now it is too late!

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Darlena ThePoet

Greetings: I am a nurse and a mother of five with four grandchildren. I have been writing poetry for several years. I am not a professional, but I believe that that is because my work has just never made it into the right hands. However, I guarantee that anyone who read my poetry will enjoy my work. I am currently working on my second book of spiritual poetry, which has not yet been published. My first book of spiritual poetry has been published, as well as a children's book, 'No Bubble Bath for Desmond.' I am very excited to reach out to the world even further with my writing.

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