Opportunity Poem by William B. Watterson

I started
to write a poem
about opportunity
being like water
flowing down a drain,
but as I searched
for words
all the water
flowed away.

I started
to write a poem
about a train
leaving the station,
but I was distracted
by something
on the platform,
and the train
pulled away.

I started
to write a poem
about laughing, loving,
and you,
but I broke my pencil
and went
to sharpen it.
When I returned,
you were gone.