Knock, Knock
Knock, Knock
Who’s There?
Opportunity
Miracle Man
9/1/2024
Sometime opportunity will knock at our door,
and for reasons unknown we answer not its call.
Years later we’ll think back, and pace the floor,
we let pass, what may have been, our financial downfall.
Things in life that we move to the back burners,
Usually linger there until forgotten and dies.
Missed opportunities is the habit of slow learners,
But by seizing the moment we garner the prize.
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