Opportunities
They come and go the same as lovers play.
With no clear rhyme or reason, truly stray.
Up to bat for both the good and the bad.
Knowing that what you have is what was had.
So, sit it in silence or have your say.
It’s clear that most will surely slip away.
More frequent than the latest social fad.
Life's intersections cross within a plaid.
Steadily bypassing of all delay.
You had your chance; there’s nothing more to say?
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