I'm sure at sometime in your life, you
spied someone, you were eager to meet.
Opportunity, finally presented itself, then
suddenly you developed cold feet. Trying
to make a good impression, whatever you
said, words got stuck in your throat. Certain,
you had a handle on it, alas, it got your goat.
Happiness, turned into disappointment,
you're upset you lost your cool. Here you
are, just standing there, looking like a fool.
Why did it happen? What went wrong? Why
were you so weak, when a while ago, you
felt so strong? Pondering these questions
over in your mind, this is the conclusion,
I did find. Perhaps, they were as
uncomfortable, as you. Not everyone has
the ability to let their hair down, be friendly,
the first time you meet. Should you get a
second chance, to do it over again, this
time, you'll not face defeat!
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