Passing My Opportunities Poem by Kenny Mantinelli

Walking by once a day,
Hoping for guys some way;
To let me use my say,
Before it all gets thrown away.

It's not the first,
Nor is it the last;
But my thirst,
Comes and goes fast.

To wimp out,
Every chance I get;
I want to scream aloud,
And blast just one fret.

Because it keeps me,
Alive and well;
It affects me deeply,
Even if no one can tell.

To say that I'm brave,
Is a huge lie;
There's no one I've saved,
I'd let everyone die.

I can't even say 'shut up, '
Now you're all upset;
And I pass up,
Every opportunity that I get.