Stephen Carey

Wasted Chance

That was it,
That was my chance,
The one I prayed for.
It did come,
And it did leave.
I wasted it.

You were there,
In that chair,
You were sitting there.
We talked,
Then you turned
And looked at me,
Listening to whatever
I might have had to say.

I called for your attention
Or something like that,
You asked me what I had to say,
Or something like that,
And I said nothing,
Or something like that.

I had your eyes,
They were on me,
On me!
And I gave it up.
I even knew what to say.
There were two
Choices of words,
Both at the tip of my tongue,
But I became scared
And neither went further.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 27, 2008

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (5/28/2008 5:28:00 PM)

    A universal subject and truth discussed. Simple
    statements, casual read, clarity of message.
    The opening, told the poem. An experienced
    reader need read no further. Perhaps the weakest
    element. A classic ending, but predicted. This is a
    well written poem but on a well worn topic. Nothing absent
    except creativity within the subject matter.
    A well earned 8.

    GW62

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  • Frances May (5/28/2008 11:19:00 AM)

    This always happens to me too. Things just don't turn out the way that you picture they will, and sometimes you get the chance to talk to them for a second time and realise you've wasted it... again. haha : p

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