As Bad As It Gets Poem by Frederick Nellist

An untold story a book unread
Pathways that we seldom tread
A lovers lips never kissed
Golden opportunity often missed
A rainbows end yet to be found
A harvest remaining in the ground
A voyage that does not have an end
An outcast vainly seeking a friend
A love letter written but not sent
Road to hell paved with good intent
A mothers eyes wet with weeping
Your destiny in an others keeping
Good news alas that is never heard
Lonely heart strings never stirred
Blind eyes unable to scan the skies
Or watching skylarks as they rise
At the table there's an empty chair
Your life's love no longer there
A second chance that has passed
The spoken word that was your last.