Chances Poem by Frederick Nellist

Chances



Golden chances pass by
sometimes they smile
Then gone with the wind
You fall flat on your face
Life is not fair.

How will you know
when chance comes again
If you knew then
it wouldn't be chance
The wind blows strong.

If opportunity knocks
that's a tangible thing
A chance to open the door
Grasp with both hands
Don't lose the key.

Sunday, August 18, 2019
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Frederick Nellist

Frederick Nellist

Jarrow on Tyne UK
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