Chances You Never Sought Poem by Cris Ben

As you start losing your youth
And hair turns grey, skin wrinkly old
You lose the strength that keeps your soul ahold
You sink eyes shut but mind afloat
With fond memories you once lost for the lies
That you have thought your only choice
And further and further you are pulled under
By your yesteryears' guilt and remorse
Might as well be succumbed in such dark sullen repose
Together with the chances you never sought