What would I think of me
If I saw what others see? 
Would I want to stare? 
Would I stop a while to talk
Or continue on my merry walk
As if I didn’t care? 
Would I see the good side, 
A sense of integrity and pride, 
An exceptional lad? 
Or perhaps I’d see a phony, 
A thick brain of macaroni, 
Only seeing the bad? 
Would I be inspired and think
“This person and I have a link, 
He’s who I’d like to be? ”
Or would I make a mental note
To keep myself far and remote
So I remain scot-free? 
Would I query in my head
What sort of life this person’s lead
And wish that it were mine? 
Or would I turn the other way
Without giving the time of day
And think my life is fine?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    