I don't own Dead Poets...duh.
This is a poem I wrote for Creative writing about a main character. Obviously I chose Neil.
Would I have left, if I had to say goodbye?
Would I have left, if I'd known what it would do?
Would I have left, if I'd known how I've been missed?
Would I have pulled the trigger if I'd known what it would do to them?
Would I have fought him that night; if I'd known then what I'll never know?
Would I have done it if I'd known how much I really meant to him?
I would like to think I wouldn't have left if I had to say goodbye.
I would like to think that I would have stayed if I'd known what it would do.
I would like to think that I would have known that I would be missed.
I think that I would put that gun down if I'd known what it would do to my friends.
I would have fought him that night, but I was too scared.
I wouldn't have done it, if only once, he told me how much I meant to him.
That night by the window, wind whistling,
I would have changed my mind,
I would have put the gun away,
I would have banished the thought from my mind, faster than a speeding train,
I would have let the thought fly like Todd's desk set.
If only, if just once, he let me have my way, I might still be there;
In the cave, with the Dead Poets.
I would have but I can't.
