i like poetry...all kinds...rilke and neruda...byron and wordsworth...all kinds. but its not their songs that comes to me when ever i have to think of a poem i like most....its 'if'. its faintly patronising, fantastically naive. yet whenever i read it...it hums to me (like roosevelt's man in the arena). it tastes of the salt of the earth...the man-next-door...like parle-g in my lunch box. it could almost be my dummies-guidemap-to-a-life-well-lived...my yellow brick road...with only the markers that matter...cut the existential angst crap