Moment Of Need Poem by James Walter Orr

I let the moment slip away:
My grasp it's far beyond.
Oh tell me, was it in my hand?
Define for me the bond.

The feet that I place on the path,
Oh do they come or go?
Do they draw near, do they go far,
Or keep the status quo?

A road can wind in many ways,
With many twists and turns,
Through countryside as well as days,
Past much for which one yearns.

They say strike while the iron is hot;
Advice which one should heed,
Had the heat fallen on my heart,
Would it have filled my need?