Maybe
by Carl Sandburg


Maybe he believes me, maybe not.
Maybe I can marry him, maybe not.

Maybe the wind on the prairie,
The wind on the sea, maybe,
Somebody, somewhere, maybe can tell.

I will lay my head on his shoulder
And when he asks me I will say yes,
Maybe.





i just found this. i'd never read it before.
it is so short and yet has such depth.
i liked it.