Chance Poem by Thomas Howe
Chance
This life is cruel
I know I'm a fool
Why do I care so much
I long for your touch
I have a place to be
Your's is with me
Maybe it's wishful thinking
Our chance is shrinking
I can't help how I feel
Your heart I will steal
Give me this chance
Let me have this dance
I hold back my emotions
Going through the motions
With you I am awake
This won't be a mistake
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4/19/2024 7:17:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
perfect rhyming... i like it. thanks for sharing. md