You hear the door of opportunity behind you
Close.
You turn, catching a glimpse of what you have missed.
Mourn for lost chances.
And as you stand
Watch
For the shadows of chances
That won't return.
And as you sit
Listen
For the echoes of chances
That won't return.
And as you fall
Weep
For the promises of chances
That won't return.
For they, like the moment, have
Passed
And as time itself are lost
To us forever.