If I Knew

If I Knew


If I knew it would be the last time 

that I see you walk out the door, 

I would give you a hug and kiss

and call you back for one more.


If I knew it would be the last time 

I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise, 

I would video tape each action and word,

so I could play them back day after day. 


If I knew it would be the last time, 

I could spare an extra minute or two 

to stop and say I love you, 

instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.


If I knew it would be the last time 

I would be there to share your day,

well I’m sure you’ll have so many more, 

so I can let just this one slip away. 


For surely there’s always tomorrow 

to make up for an oversight,

and we always get a second chance 

to make everything right. 


There will always be another day 

to say our I love you’s, 

And certainly there’s another chance 

to say our “Anything I can do’s?” 


But just in case I might be wrong,

and today is all I get, 

I’d like to say how much I love you 

and I hope we never forget, 


Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, 

young or old alike, 

And today may be the last chance you get 

to hold your loved one tight.


So if you’re waiting for tomorrow, 

why not do it today? 

For if tomorrow never comes, 

you’ll surely regret the day, 


That you didn’t take that extra time 

for a smile, a hug, or a kiss 

and you were too busy to grant someone, 

what turned out to be their one last wish. 


So hold your loved ones close today, 

whisper in their ear, 

Tell them how much you love them 

and that you’ll always hold them dear, 


Take time to say “I’m sorry, please forgive me,”

“thank you” or “it’s okay”. 

And if tomorrow never comes, 

you’ll have no regrets about today. 





About Dick and Danna

Resume for Dick Vernon, PHD (Possess Highschool Diploma) I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. I am a strong conservative politically. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I make women swoon with my sensuous steel guitar playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I’m bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, I repair computerized aircraft panels free of charge. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don’t perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. Ihave been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations with the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On week- ends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I have given Rachel Ray and Emirile cooking lessons. I breed prize-winning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performe open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis many times when I taught him how to play guitar.. But I have not yet gone to college. ——————————————————- Resume for: Danna Vernon I put up with Dick Vernon. Doesn’t that say it all?
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